Her father turned around in his sleep. This startled her but he was still fast asleep. Then she quietly climbed out of the wagon after Riko.She quickl... picked up the tapestry bag and looked around the camp. All was quiet and everyone seemed to be fast asleep. She hastily made her way out of the camp past the other wagons and then down the narrow dirt road, her heart beating wildly in her breast as her feet took her to where she wanted to go, almost running now. Riko was excited and ran beside. She was inthe raiment of a Bhorunese upper caste; the South China Sea robes i hadseen so many times in the portraits in my Lady's salon and the officeconference room. Her face was clearly different, but so close in featuresi knew they must be sisters. The man did not have the fine chiseled faceof the youth in the portraits. Although young his skin seemed weathered,rough and ruddy matching the plain seaman's uniform he wore.Instinctively i knew he was my grandfather whom i had never. She pointed to the bathroom and told me to go in and change. I hesitated. I never wore a Speedo ? not since I turned eight and realized that a Speedo was like a girl's bathing suit. (Before that my mother always dressed me in a Speedo when I went swimming; after my "realization" I insisted on wearing baggy swimming shorts instead.)Pat sensed my embarrassment. "Look, you really have no reason to be embarrassed. And you'll have to get used to wearing things like that ? you know that in Alberton. "Sabirah blushed. "Thank you, Mrs. Ahmed."Pleased by her response, she said, "Sabirah, you may now address me by myname."Sabirah smiled. "Thank you, Aisha."Aisha took her hand and led her beside her on the couch. "It's been hard onyou, but you've learned your place. I hope you understand why it must be thisway."She nodded. "I do, Aisha."Aisha brushed her hair with her hand. It was longer now, but it was still tooshort, not quite to her shoulders. "Tell me how you feel."When Sabirah looked up.