She wants more than all else to smile, and to answer the last thing Tain Hu ever said to her, that smiling sleepy greeting: hello. Hello yourself, imuira. Kuye lam. In an orgy of self-punishment, between swallows of salt, she looked up exactly what it meant, to be sure of her memory. It brought her as close to the edge as she has ever come.
👹👹👹 i’m gonna cry and throw up!
