“I let it catch me,” she told him, repeating the story.
“You did the whole thing on your own? It will make a sufficiency bag?”
She glared at him. “You knew about that, too? Did everyone know about it except me? Ermana said she wasn’t supposed to tell me.”
He leaned toward her and whispered, “I’m not supposed to know, either, but your mother told me about it after she bagged herself, before she married that . . . your father. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Rohi patted his hand. “I’m sure I’ll fashion a second-rate product, but this skin will make a sufficiency bag.”
Her uncle paused. “Rohiya, don’t excuse yourself from doing good work. Don’t waste the danger you suffered for it. That skin is worthy of your first-rate attention.”
Rohi’s face burned, and she was glad he couldn’t see it in the
