The morning was overcast and dusty. The new helper had not come, or I had missed her when I went to the market, or she had misunderstood that I wanted her to come every day.
I wondered what to do, and say, and what would happen. I prayed in my heart. I made lunch.
Outside construction workers put wooden frames around the metal framework for the pillars of the kiosk they were building.
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