My sister immediately stops what she is doing and bows her head. “Kendra,” she says, her voice formal.
Kendra opens the refrigerator and pulls out the leftover container from last night. I almost laugh at Zaki’s face. My sister says nothing about the food, but she does not have to.
Kendra puts her food in the microwave and presses the buttons. While the machine hums, she leans against the counter and looks at us both.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” she asks. “I looked out the window and the snow has stopped.”
“I must find this seamstress named Jackie,” Zaki says.
“I must chop wood for the fireplace and hunt for fresh meat,” I add.
Kendra tilts her head. “Hopefully for you. I’d prefer something from the market.”
Zaki and I go quiet. The microwave beeps in the silence.
I can see it now,my Bouda laments.She will fill her belly with that disgusting processed meat, feeding our future cubs with...
My Bouda makes a gagging sound in my head, and Kendra looks me and Zaki, her brow furrowing.
“What?” she asks.
