Our dance was inspired by a custom where women lay swords at their throats, and men step on them just hard enough to prove the women’s courage.
When you disappeared, three nights ago, I told them you were up north, visiting your mother. Why should I tell them different?
“We need more soft bedding; everything now is hopelessly stained. We need better antiemetics. We need a miracle, and somebody to say so. It’s not going to be him.”