I washed and combed her hair. I soaped down her body, moving the sponge along every fold of skin. When I got to her hands, she grabbed one of mine. She pulled it to her heart and held it there. “Ebeyeyie,” she said. It will be all right. She used to say it to Nana when she washed him. It was true then, until it wasn’t.
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