_ What a nuisance, that Fa'Bintou! Ma'Khady muttered as she threw herself onto her bed.
Exhausted.
That's what she was like after another day of enduring Fa'Bintou's jabs and insinuations. And if all these masked attacks had had the gift of exhausting her, they had at least one merit: that of hammering the nail into her remorse and reinforcing her conviction that she was aware of something and was trying to send her a message.
But what was it?