Chapter Thirty-Eight: Forgiveness is Divine
Nina closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and then, “I am my mother’s savage daughter, the one that runs barefoot cursing sharp stones, I am my mother’s savage daughter,” her hand hitting the drum at different strengths, “I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice . . . My mother’s child is a savage, she looks for omens in the colors of stones, in the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones . . . I am my mother’s savage daughter, the one that runs barefoot cursing sharp stones, I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.” Her brothers were at awe of her seeing her sing with her long wavy hair blowing in the breeze with the moonlight behind her and the lights above her, she looked like t
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