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iFrè brought Sélavi to the place

where he lived, a banyan tree near a market

square which emptied out in the evening. As the

sun went down, child after child came home with something

to share. Jenti, braiding Toussaint’s hair, said, “I have some avocados

for everyone. They gave them to me for working at the restaurant.”

Toussaint called out, “Mangoes for one and all. I was at the docks today.”

Yvette and Espri introduced themselves. “Help yourself to drinking

water,” Yvette offered. Espri smiled at Sélavi.

“And this is Mirror,” said TiFrè, pointing to a child taking apart a

broken radio. He then placed fried plantains wrapped in brown paper

on a makeshift table. “We each bring back what we get during the day,

and we all end up with more.”

That night they had enough to eat, a place to rest, and the comfort of each

other. As they settled down to sleep, Sélavi told of the men with guns and his

long run through the countryside. Then the others told their stories too.