It was my husband who woke me-my husband, whom l will call Nathan,for that was his name,although in all the years of our marriage l never called him that,for it is not meant for a woman to address her husband except as "husband".
We are home," he cried."Wake up!Look!"
I woke;I looked. A mud hut, thatched , small, set near a paddy field, with two or three similar huts nearby. Across the doorway a garland of mango leaves, symbol ofhappiness and good fortune, dry now and rattling in the breeze.