The taro in the pot was almost cooked. The hot steam rose with a distinctive aroma that tickled the hungry stomachs around the fire. Adora stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at Bella and the two other women still sitting in a circle.
"We'll need banana leaves for a place to eat," Adora said. "Otherwise, shall we eat on the ground?"
Bella folded her arms across her chest. "If we leave now, we'll be left with nothing but the dregs when we come back."
"So you'd rather sit quietly, waiting for the food to cook, but don't want to help?" Adora's voice rose, her eyes glaring.
"We're not your slaves, Adora," Lita snapped. "You do the cooking, you do the organizing."
Adora let out a long breath. "I asked for help, not an order. We're all in this together."
Lita stood up q
