Henry was talking to me when I lowered my face.
I hadn’t caught what he’d said, and it wouldn’t have made any difference if I had, because I wouldn’t have understood it, but I looked down at the young woman on my arm, all my dreams and hopes bundled together in one achingly beautiful woman.
I turned to my friend and the world, and the words poured from me like a fervent prayer. “ E-hestana Na-he-stonahanotse.”