The Neighborly Thing to Do

Bear liked the house even if I still felt bad about having to move. Almost everybody besides me felt good about moving. When Mama and the Aunties weren’t at the community center or making enough cleansing oils and weavings to fill up the booth at the street market, they rummaged through all the boxes and crates leaned up against the walls or towering in corners, purifying the nooks of the new house as they found new places for old things.

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