Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I wa... his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of. Frank leaned over and whispered in my ear, ‘Tell her yes, Bob, if we figure out where she lives we can keep an eye on her and know when she is nearby. Then we can be on guard and she won’t destroy our camp. We sure as hell can’t keep her locked up.’ ‘I would like to visit you, Sheena.’ I replied sincerely. Sheena looked at Frank, eyed me and said, ‘This man your chief?’ ‘Yes, Sheena, he is our boss, the man we report to, our chief.’ Sheena addressed Frank directly, ‘You let me go. Me take. “It is not THAT bad, Prudence. Reg is improving, under our guidance.”“Sorry, no. It was not that. My eyes have suddenly gone funny.”“In what way, funny?”“For a while, I was seeing a dot on front of my eyes, and thought nothing of it, but the dot has expanded into a circle coming towards me, and the edges are sort of zigzags: most peculiar.”“Very odd. Have you been having any other symptoms at all?”“Not really. I have been feeling a bit nauseous, but I put that down to something I have eaten.. It had been almost a week since the fire. I finally slept in my own bed. Damn, it felt good.The next day I headed back to the old apartment to see if I'd left anything important. It gave me pause when I saw a woman sitting on a concrete brick in the drizzle with the remains of a burned-up computer in her arms, crying steadily She was wearing a stocking cap and half her face was covered in bandages. She was wearing sweat pants that looked pretty bulky. Soot streaked her bandages and covered both.