B’shit looks over at us, aghast. “Is it that bad? We still have more not-rice. I just…I hope that’s not bad luck.” Against my skin, F’lor sobs. “S’good luck,” she manages between bouts of weeping. “Breaking a dish…good luck.” She tucks herself closer to me, as if she is trying to burrow against my skin. “I’m so happy. Thank you, I’rec. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
