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But there wasn’t a next time. Jakira patiently waited to go to the market again, but Big Bulai went, or Jally Cook and both enjoyed their trips out, not ready to give them up easily.
The scorch season came and went, endless days of heat haze and cooking meat in the sand pit oven. Life slowed down. Trying to move through the thick, stifling heat was like wading through date syrup. But Jakira did not suffer as the others. She went about her business oblivious to the sweltering temperatures and tried to ignore the glares from jealous slaves.
As they were preparing breakfast for Master and his family, after the slaves had eaten, Kalal came bounding into the kitchen.
“Jally Cook! Big Bulai is out on errands for Master and Mistress has asked for an urgent errand.”
“Well? Go and run it.
