The sleepy little things who occupy one bedroom are barely distinguishable under their mosquito nets. Each carved a small hole and emerged from their hideaway like butterflies from their cocoons. The two littlest, Lohir being one of them, feared the mzungu and in her stupor found the wall to be a comfortable pillow. I asked where her baby doll was and was informed that she went to live on a farm (code for “got torn to shreds”…don’t tell her maker). An example was huddled in the corner, it really is better not to look.
