Chapter 7I found my cousin at the hearth. “Kiki, I have a favor to ask.”
She set down her weaving beside her on a stone. “What is it?”
Her mother glanced at us from nearby and leaned to chat with one of my aunts.
“Feel like taking a walk?” I asked. “We can talk on the way.”
“Okay.” She stood. Around her waist, a loosely woven fabric draped at the fashionable length. All the younger women wore it that way. A gift I’d made for her, the strand of pinkish snail shells hung around her neck. She touched the loop on her plump bosom.
I headed around the baobab tree and out of camp. She followed with her usual bouncy step. Soon we were alone, at least as far as I could tell. Never knowing when someone might turn up, I decided to wait. “Let’s go to the spring. The flowers are beautiful there.”
