FLASHBACK (ABOUT TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO…)

Motun stood in front of the caskets with tears in her eyes. So many people had come and gone. While some gave her a pat on the back, others simply shook their heads in sympathy and went their ways. Motun was not bothered by either group. She looked down into the caskets, smiled sadly at the two people occupying each and ran her hand across the wreaths. They seemed to smile back at her, whispering “It is not your fault.”

She almost believed it, but was snatched back to reality by an argument somewhere in the house.

“Take it easy, Banke. What has happened has...