A Crowded Cemetery

Aisha… Yes, Milan had heard that name before. That was his grandmother’s name, Aisha Lindsey. This old woman was taking him for his grandmother? Well, Aisha was supposed to be Lasair’s bride, too, so he understood why this old woman thought of him as her.

Owen leaned close to Milan’s ear. “Grandpa knows her. She’s Gertrude Hall; she used to sell meat in the market. I think even her grandchildren inherited her role on the island.”

“…hi, Gertrude…” Milan chuckled as he hoped to feel comfortable being embraced like this. This old lady looked like she would tear the bride’s clothes by the way she clutched at them. Milan then caressed the old lady’s hair gently. “Why are you here alone? Where are your children?”