She gave me a surprised look. “Are you telling the truth?”
I nodded.
“May I pick it up?”
“Go ahead.
She opened the Book of Kammbi like someone who had just received a precious gift. “Amazing. When I was a child, my mother would read to me every night from the story about Oscar going south of the Great Forest to reconcile with his son from that woman.”
My body stiffened after that comment. I assumed the people of Santa Teresa thought of Mother Adrianna the same way the people of Santa Sophia did. She could not even say her name. Was that one of the consequences for committing an act of passha? “That woman is Mother Adrianna. I’m a fourth-generation member of her family.”
She looked at me again, even more surprised now. “I’m sorry, Diondray. I did not mean to be hurtful in my comments.
