Chapter 23:- Memories of Mother
The woman opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated at Mara’s surprise. She licked her lips and started again. “Please?”
Mara did it without thinking, kneeling to scoop the seeds into her palm. Standing, she pressed her closed hand to the chainlink. The woman cupped her hands to Mara’s fist. Soft white fingers brushed Mara’s brown palm as she let the seeds fall from her hand into the woman’s. The contact sent a thrill of adrenalin through Mara, and she pulled her hand back. The woman smiled, and Mara thought of her mother. Her smile had been just as genuine.