“What’s the smile for?” I asked. “I like her better than I like you.” I couldn’t blame him. “Why’s that?” I asked. “She’s the one who snuck oranges into our sack. We didn’t even know they were there till we got home.” I had turned then and watched as Kazi helped a Vendan woman lift a tub of water. I thought back to the first time I had ever seen her. I paid for those oranges. You and your bunch of thugs were too drunk to see beyond your own inebriated noses. Maybe she did pay for them. Maybe she didn’t. She was right; I’d been too fuzzy-headed to be sure of what I saw. But I’d never stopped to
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