“Suck it up,” he told his reflection in the mirror. He put on his game face and got the kids out in an organized fashion. He had to admit with pride in the fact that they were coming to the end of the first week and had ironed out so many difficulties. He wished the dreams would stop, though. But...
She came to a stop where her hut rested in the cradle of two trees. Inside, her worthless son-in-law lay swinging in his hammock, while her daughter Losa, pounded epocks, sweet roots, for their dinner. Losa was a platter-faced Quyroo, her nose flattened by Mo...