The girl child's mother came over then and asked me about Zakat. She could see as well as anyone that he was wounded and not doing that well. No one c...uld miss the way Matatu was pacing around him."Carl, I am the healing woman in our Calak. We kept it from the animals that were holding us here, and I don't have any of my medicines any longer, but I would like to help your Zakat if I can," she said."Will you talk with Matatu?" I asked."Yes."In twenty minutes it was a done deal. She was busily. I was bending forward, quite near her and she smacked my face hard. Then she gave me another, a backhands.“MISS” she almost snarled.“I... aahh... beg pardon, Miss...” I said meekly, my head ringing from the slaps. It was so unjust. How was I to know she wished to be addressed as ‘Miss’? However, there is a lot of injustice here. I simply had to accept it... and grovel verbally.“Orange juice with ice. A croissant...”“Yes, Miss.” I hurried off. This woman was obviously a right bitch and I didn’t. ’ I remember that he used that word. ‘Show me your asshole.’ He added, ‘After all it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.’ I could feel his eyes and the camera, the cameras, boring into me. ‘I’m told you find it painful. When were you last fucked in the ass?’ Head down, from beneath the shadow of my dangling hair, I mumbled, ‘I…I don ‘t know. I don’t remember.’ ‘Well was it yesterday, a week ago, a month ago?’ ‘More than a month. Several.’ ‘Good.’ He seemed to like me in that position. ‘Get down. ”Porter decided that for the sake of honor he should keep his mouth shut and endure the jabs; this was the most relaxed he had ever seen Alin, which was a contradiction considering what they had just survived. The other two tossed a few more puns and wordplays between them until the subject petered out.“Alin has decided to come with us, Porter. We need him; he is one of the best guides I know. Are you ready to ride?” Gilly asked, reasserting her habit of taking command.“Are you sure, Alin?”.