She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. Her voice shook. “Health’s a good gift.” “It is a very good gift,” said the dust-wife in a voice that left no room for doubt. “You have saved many lives.” The godmother smiled a little, and another tear fell and landed, unheeded, on the table. Marra began to feel like a monster. This isn’t some great power who could have saved you. She did her best. And you’ve never been really ill in your life, have you? You recovered from that fever. And if it weren’t for her, perhaps Kania would not still be alive to save.
