The evening was serene. Deo now said just about three words to his wife, since walking through the door. The children were quiet too, as if trying to make adjustments in their thinking. Questions no doubt needed to be answered. But who was going to start? Was this even the right time for questions? At least one thing was certain, there was a man named Deo Narine in the house that night. Tomorrow, the village will have the chance to meet him. For men like Deo, probably word was already being spread in the village.
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