BUT ALSO, HE LOOKED to and found Ify sitting at the edge off the bed quite far from Honor with her little feet dangling above the floor. She was crying, but it looked forced and cute, tears and even mucus trailed down her cheeks. She was a pretty little girl, one that Somtoo had grown fond off, and the mere sight of her tears weakened him. A thought occurred to him: Honor was nursing his wounds–wounds obtained from teaching someone manners and Ify was crying like a heartbroken bride abandoned at the altar. There must be a correlation, and then he wondered it was.
"Nne," He called her sweetly and moved in swiftly for a consoling hug. "Sorry, o?" He attempted to pet her and Ify responded to the hug as quickly as it came like someone who had cried nonstop all day long waiting for that one hu
