“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
“In the morning, if there’s still no water, we’ll ask Dad to take us to the embassy locker room,” Hanalea said. “We can shower there.”
“What if he’s not back by then?” Ginnie pinched her nose and pointed at her armpit. “What if he gets called away on one of his special assignments?”
My shoulders stiffened. Maybe my dad was right about Ginnie’s father. I hoped he wouldn’t come home. I tried to concentrate on straightening the Monopoly money into tidy piles next to the game board.
Hanalea shrugged. “We can shower at the nurses’ hostel.”
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