The next morning I’m awake at first light. I get up and use the shiny tiled bathroom with the hot and cold water taps on the sink, and then sit down in the kitchen to wait for everybody else to wake up. I’m alive with excitement. Today, Chatha promised, we’re going to the library to find out more. I have never in my life wanted so much to know more than I do. I kick the leg of the kitchen table with my bare foot softly, impatient. I’m also slightly embarrassed, because when we go to the library it will become very clear to everyone that I’m no good at reading. But I want to know so badly that I hardly even care about this. I’ll blame my bad eyes, like always, and I’ll get someone to read the important things to me. How will you know what’s important if you can’t read it? asks an ugly voice in my head, but I ignore it. I’m saved from thinking any more by a commotion from upstairs. Within minutes Davu and her brothers come rampaging into the kitchen.
