Chapter 53
May – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Every morning, from the time Ninsianna had been a child, it was her job to cook Papa breakfast because, most mornings, Mama got called away. For three days she'd managed to evade her mother, but today no frantic villager had appeared to summon a healer.
She slipped down the stairs to where Mikhail, already up before the dawn, had gathered the empty water buckets and stood, poised, to exit the door.
"I'll do it!" she glanced apprehensively at Mama who stood at the oven, stirring a crock filled with porridge.
"Let him do it," Mama said, not turning around.
“It's woman’s work.” She grabbed a bucket from his hand.
Mikhail stared down at her from his impossibly tall height, one dark eyebrow raised in a quizzical expression.
