The sun was going down, and Amadi still hadn’t returned home. Erhuvwun was worried. His leaving this morning was unusual. She’d expected him back since lunchtime and had even gone to the stream to call him, thinking he’d gone there to clear his head. But he wasn’t there.
She swallowed and sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she agonised about where he could be and what he could be doing. Had he gone to see the Babalawo again? To consult with the gods and offer up more sacrifices? Had he gone in on another woman? A prostitute? Oh, God, no!
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