Chapter Thirteen
Beulah looked around the room. The first time she’d been in here it had been full of people. Now there were only three; herself, Yehfe, and the prone Pakua who lay sleeping on the bed.
Pakua’s breathing was labored. His skin was a pale shade of purple, not near his brother’s coloring but it was getting closer by the moment.
Yehfe was bent down on the floor. He unrolled a cushioned pallet that ran the length of the bed. She stared at the pallet now. Was this where they would do this? Right here with Pakua as a silent witness.
“You do not have to do this, Beulah.”
She startled at the sound of Yehfe’s voice. His back was turned to her now. He kneeled, in the same manner, she’d seen him meditate with the children. She stared at the pattern of swirling nodes on his head. T
