She will take one look at me and she will know. Mother will somehow smell it, sense it, feel it. I do not want to go home, where she will be, perhaps waiting anxiously for me on the verandah. My palms, tightly clasped in my lap, suddenly feel wet. I spread them open and stare […]
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