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It was hard to ignore the stares as Ryane and I strolled around the square, painfully slow.
“Your grandmother said something about an event?” I asked, my voice low. When I was being brought here, nobody had mentioned an event.
“Oh yes, it’s just a small gathering.” She smiled at me. “We always have a feast when guests come to visit us.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “Are you telling me there’s a celebration for me?”
“Don’t think you’re that special,” she said in a singsong voice, and for some reason, I didn’t believe her words. “We do this for all our guests.”
She tugged on my arm, pulling me forward, making me walk again, and she started on my tour.
She showed me the two-story orange building where the rom baro’s office and elders’ council was located. Then there was the library,
