“Ready?” Kwena asked over her shoulder.
Nosuma nodded, a breeze swirling around her on the ridge top, the interlocking walls of the Guru Zimbabwe spread out below them. She remembered how it looked from her first day on the job, during the guided tour Doctor Kaonde had given her.
This morning she"d asked Kwena to remove her bandages for the final time.
“But, Nosu, you look …”
“I know, Kwena. The sockets are difficult to look at, aren"t they?” Nosuma could tell by the stifled sobs that Kwena had nearly wept right then.
“Here, let me put these on your face. Some people wear them when they can"t get their vision surgically adjusted.”
The frames balanced on the bridge of her nose, a piece reaching back to each ear. She felt the parts which hung in front of her eyes, like shingles. “What
