CHAPTER 18
I Am Philothei (3)
I’ve been dying to tell you, but don’t tell anyone else or I’ll die. Today Ibrahim found me when I was out gathering hórta, and he just stood there looking at me, just a few paces away, and I didn’t know what to say, and we just looked at each other, and then he went away, and before he went he made a little gesture of his hand, like this.