“You put the cassava in the soup?” I asked Hosanna. “Without cleaning them properly. And you knew it was poison? Why?”
Hosanna kept her head down. I tried to piece it all together in my mind. I had many questions, but I didn’t want to make this an interrogation. She didn’t have to answer. I was beginning to understand
“Why did Franklyn need the remedy?” I asked Alma.
“With me he did not. With me he a man. Mr. Cherry make him take it. For his daughter,” she said confirming what Cherry toldme.
“How could he do that? How could he make him do something like that?”
Alma’s voice was strong, but I detected a tremor in it. “He threaten him. He threaten me.”
There were times too much information could make a man’s mind explode. That’s what I felt at that moment. I wasn’t sure I could take muc
