In the morning I heard no rain, yet the sky was overcast and I felt tiny drops of water as I walked to the market. Again, I searched the used clothing. This time I came away with two denim skirts of doubtful size and smell.
On the way back a motorcycle taxi driver found me and gave me a ride. It was the same one who'd found me on Sunday. I wondered if my father, who said I was getting too thin, was praying for rides for me.
Nearing the house we rode past a tree full of large orange flowers. I thought they resembled stars in their shape.
Once home I found both skirts to fit, though one looked a little worn out. I did what I could for it, and set them both aside to be washed.
Weary, I studied, but felt so sad that I went to sleep.
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