Nectar in a Sieve

I saw my husband's eyes kindle, I saw in them, fearfully, the light of hope. You should not have said it, I cried silently to my son. It is too difficult for him, cruelly difficult. But already Nathan was shaking his head.

The woman is his, his wife, not only now for this surging experience, but tomorrow and next year. She will carry his seed and he will see her fruitful, watch while day by day his child grows within her. And so he is tender and careful, and comes to her clean that their fulfilment may be rich and blessed.

When he had gone I took the opportunity of going to see Kenny. I had not done so before because I was sure Nathan would not like his wife or his daughter going to a white man, a foreigner

"One would have thought you had never seen a pumpkin before," I said, though pleased with him and myself, keeping my eyes down

One morning, so early that the dew still jewelled the grass

A few more days' waiting, a few more days' anxiety -- it is not beyond enduring, it is not too much to ask. This I thought as I lay there, listening to the sounds of sleep and lost in my own imaginings.

Mother-in-law," he said, "I intend

Mother-in-law," he said, "I intend

Mother-in-law," he said, "I intend n

"Mother-in-law," he said, "I intend