Touli walked up to the door with a quirky smile and rapped once, rubbing her temple anxiously. Honey came to the door in a bronze leotard beaming with childlike pride. “Did you get it?!” “I did.” “Well?” “Sonziwe Lamak” “What’s that?” “That’s his name, and he will bear five seeds for us. Amit, Sult, Jaz, … Continue reading The Bearing →