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It was St. Many of the students caught the school bus or the older kids walked up or down Garden Street with their friends to get to their homes in the area. Not Henrietta. Her mother never specified what kind of trouble. The teachers stuck around until all the students left or got picked up. By five, only four kids remained at the small private school. Two younger girls ran around in the courtyard. They always stuck around after school, annoying Henrietta with their yelling and laughter. And then there was Jared from her class, sitting across the courtyard, near the gates of the school, doodling in his notebook.

Henrietta got up and stuffed her bible in her school bag. She ran across the courtyard. Jared watched her stupidly the entire time. You are wearing a skirt. It is unbecoming.

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She was lanky and a little bow-legged, five inches taller than her mother and taller than all the other girls her age. She was filling out, too. Her mother reached into her bag and pulled out a Long John.

She loved the sweet caramel coconut taste of Long Johns. It was her favorite candy and her mother knew it. Henrietta eyed her mother suspiciously. Like usual, it was unreadable.

She started walking without a word. Henrietta lived on Rosen Gade. To get home, they had to walk down Garden Street, turn down Back Street and walk for fifteen minutes before reaching 99 Steps.

Then they had to climb to the very top and trek up the thin, winding street to their house. Instead, they walked up Garden Street. The street was steep but wider than the streets near her house. Two massive tamarind trees lined one side of the street and Henrietta could see an iguana perched lazily on one of the big branches as she passed.

When they neared the top, they turned into a narrow alleyway. It smelled wet in the alley and Henrietta could hear crickets and birdcalls as she walked with her mother. Large trees towered overhead, making the area several degrees cooler. The alleyway was cramped, unwieldy bush on one side and two-story houses on the other, with nothing more than a thin, winding dirt path between the starkly different worlds. Henrietta and her mother made their way to the very end of the alley to a two-story house with red gating and a white exterior.

It was wider than the other houses and well kept. The trees parted there, allowing the house to catch more sunlight than anywhere else. Henrietta relaxed. Her mother knocked on the door and after about a minute a young woman answered. She had darker skin than Henrietta and her mother but had piercing light brown eyes that caught the light of the sun. Henrietta usually disapproved of the hairstyle but on this woman it looked lovely. Henrietta wanted to say something then but knew her mother would hush her before she could get the full question out.

She wanted to know what was wrong, wanted to know the purpose of the treatment. But her mother was secretive. Possibly at all. Henrietta would likely have to figure it out on her own. Please come in. It sounded old-fashioned somehow. Maria led Henrietta and her mother to her beautifully decorated living room.

On the floor rested a large blue, red, and green woven rug. Mahogany statue heads sat on a large dark wood table at the center of the room, surrounded by four varnished, handcrafted straw chairs. They all sat around the table. Henrietta continued to look around.

On the walls, wooden African masks stared back at her from hollowed eyes. She walked back over, sat down. They only call on him during the gravest circumstances. She stared at it in bewilderment. She had no idea what the woman was talking about. Her mother grabbed the mask from Henrietta and placed it on the table in front of her.

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No payment is necessary. Henrietta took in a quick breath. Maria seemed to notice this.

She adjusted herself in her chair, looking more relaxed, more casual. She pulled out a long thin box and returned to her chair, setting the box on the table before opening it. In the box was a small vial, a metal syringe, and a small gleaming metal ball. Maria took out the vial first. She opened it and poured two small black capsules into her hand. They seemed so inconsequential. What could something so small do for her mother?

Her mother stared for a long time at the little things. She watched the capsules carefully as if she was waiting for some revelation. Finally, she brought the capsules to her mouth, slow and careful. Henrietta watched her mother intently as she did this.

Maria just smiled and waited. Henrietta felt another chill as she watched the woman. Maria was too still, not seeming to breathe at all.

Once her mother swallowed the capsules she placed her hands on the table, resting one on top the other. Her mother looked stiff, uneasy. Henrietta had never seen her mother act this way. My left breast is swollen. Her mother nodded.

That it had something to do with her breasts. Henrietta looked down at her own breasts. She wondered what could cause your own body to betray you.

Her mother stared, taken aback by this. She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again.

Henrietta snapped her head towards her mother. Henrietta looked down at her green pleated skirt, part of her white and green school uniform. She played with the creases, running her fingers down the length of them. She felt her eyes burning. She felt her cheeks grow hot. Her mother took off her shirt and her bra quickly, wincing as she removed the bra.

A white cloth lay nestled inside the bra, stained dark brown. Was it the pain or something else? The breast looked like the skin of a grapefruit, hard with large pores. The nipple dripped blood.


Her mother made a sound, a soft whimper when the cold metal touched her plump flesh. He lives with his wife, Janine, in Michigan. Chapitre eBooks: Panier Ebook. Lire un extrait. One last chance. What would you say? Lecture sur liseuse compatible. Lecture en ligne possible.She helped me. On the screen, Mera apologized for the altercation and asked humans to show restraint when meeting any Ynaa in public.

In Mitch Albom's The First Phone Call from Heaven, the residents of Coldwater, a small, sleepy town in Michigan, are not sure what to make of the phone calls they receive from their dead loved ones. Slideshare uses cookies to improve functionality and performance, and to provide you with relevant advertising.

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