God, as usual, shrugged off her request. “Have it your way!” Yemsiratch said after half a day of patient waiting, fully attired in her knit dress with the lace collar that her aunt Senait gave her as a graduation gift, a modest - if expensive - attire fit for the House of God , “Do your worst! Don’t forget you are the one who broke the covenant first, when you killed my mother. I didn’t overlook that either.”
