The room that she shared with Miri and Kalia was cheerful with bright, yellow walls. Electric lights provided plenty of illumination, and the window looked out on a small garden where daisies grew. There were two sets of bunk beds and wooden cabinets to store their things.
Their hosts had been most generous. Desa tried to refuse the garments that she was offered, but there was just no arguing with these people. She had very little room in her saddlebags as it was; she couldn’t possibly take anything more than what she absolutely needed. Still, it was nice to wear clean clothes.
Evening had come when she emerged from the hostel in a thin, white dress with short sleeves. She would have preferred a good pair of trousers, but the Al a Nari woman who had taken her clothes to be laundered insi
