Splinters: between generations

A conversation between generations, Old World and new (from Splinters, novel under construction):

“You’ve really forgotten everything, in this country. Who you belong to, who belongs to you, who you go to when you’re in trouble, those are the things that really matter.”



Khamanee shook her head and pushed sliced cucumbers towards her mother. “I can’t arrange my whole life around who I’m going to go to for help if the sky falls on my head. What if the sky doesn’t fall? And, by the way, Amah, last I heard I belonged to myself.”

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