Someone started clapping. Then another. Then the whole jetty.
She slept on a mat by the window, the photograph of her father tucked under her hand. In her dream, he was young again, laughing on the jetty, telling her: “The river remembers everything. And so must you.” eteima bonny wari 23
Eteima smiled — a sharp, quiet thing. “I’m not asking them.” Someone started clapping
Eteima held up the lab report. “The fish are sick. But we don’t have to be. We have proof now.” he was young again