at it with the knife, reflexively. Grain sprays everywhere and, in the confusion, I manage to climb over the rest of the pile and grab one of the bigger stools. I hold it out between me and Alasiri.
âFine! Iâm out, you stupid monster!â I have no idea what Iâm saying. My anger is a haze at the edges of my vision, and I shout with all the breath in my lungs. âWhat are you going to do now? Kill me? Are you going to kill me? Well, I wonât let you!â
For a brief second, Alasiri looks surprised. Then his smile is back, stretching across his face like an open sore.
âWell, well,â he says, âso you do have some spine after all. I thought I was going to have to kill you where you hid, like a boy hunting frogs.â
âIâm not a frog! Get out of here!â
Alasiri starts walking slowly toward me, swinging the knife loosely in his hand.
â
Sawa,
not a frog. Now youâre a snake, squirming away and bearing fangs at me. But Iâm still bigger than you are, little snake, bigger and stronger. Eventually, Iâll win.â
My anger is fading and my fear returning.
âGet out!â I say again, but with less force this time. Alasiri moves closer and sideways, and I see heâs trying to corner me. I step quickly to the left and away from him, so that Iâm lined up with the doorway to the front room. Somehow, I have to get out of this house and into the street. Surely he wouldnât threaten me with a knife in the street.
Would he?
As if he can read my thoughts, Alasiri says, âWhy are you running, Golden Boy? Do you think youâd be safer out there? Do you think that anyone in the street would stop me from killing you?â He pauses and takes an appraising look at me. âDo you even know what youâre worth?â
If I just keep backing away, I can reach the door before him. Surely I can unlatch it and get out before he could lunge at me with the knife. Surely heâs lying. Surely.
âDonât think Iâm lying,â he says, again reading my thoughts. âYour hands and hair alone are worth more than a yearâs salary. Your skin is enough to buy a car. Your legsâah, your legs.â He looks down and I realize that my legs have stopped moving. I force myself away from him with a lurch. He laughs and continues his slow prowl toward me. âYour legs are worth a great deal more than all the rest of you put together. Because itâs your legs, Habo, that will win Mr. Msembo this next election. Your legs will get me a position in the government, and a nice house. No more tourists for me.â He smiles, and I feel a little bit like Iâm going to faint. Iâm remembering how Asu told me about the cabinet of luck medicine she found while cleaning the Msembo house. I have a sudden, terrible image of Asu cleaning around a cabinet that contains bits of my dead body, never knowing it. I feel vomit climbing up my throat and I force it down.
âYouâre lying,â I manage, weakly.
âNo,â Alasiri says simply, taking another slow step forward. Then, âDid you know it was your sister who helped me get this job?â
I stare at him with my mouth open.
Alasiri smiles. âOh yes,â he says. âLet me tell you a story while we dance across the room. Itâs a story about a silly older sister who works in a fine house.â He takes another step toward me and I step away to match him, out of habit. My brain is no longer working.
âOne day, this silly sister tells the other maids about her little albino brother. Isnât that sweet?â Again, we take matching steps. âAnd who should overhear but the mistress of the house? Now, it just so happens that this particular mistress of the house has been looking for news of an albino. She has heard of a wonderful magic made from albino legs that can guarantee an election victory for her husband and so, when she hears this silly
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