Jo released a sigh of relief as Manota walked through the door of their living quarters back in the East House. She grinned as his eyes darkened when he saw her wearing another silky wrap. This one was a dark royal blue.
She had taken her mom to the market during a break earlier in the day. Her mom had loved dressing up in the native clothes worn by the young boys. The baggy white pants, colorful tunics, and floppy hats helped them blend in as nothing more than a couple of youths roaming the many shops.
Of course, the shopkeeper at the shop where Jo had found the most delicious materials had recognized her. The older woman had been delighted to meet Tami and they had chatted as if they had known each other their whole lives. Jo had picked out several new pieces and the shopkeeper promise
