Rama nodded, more interested in the three starving children walking across the yard. The tallest, presumably the oldest, had covered her skeletal body with rags. Her two younger brothers wore nothing.
The girl held out her empty hands. “Please, miss.”
Rama wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t allowed to feed them without permission. Where’s the man in charge? The child stared with blank eyes.
“I don’t have anything.”
The girl’s eyes slid away.
Mrs. Drynan returned. “There’s no one worthwhile here.”
“But we can’t just leave them with nothing. Look at the baby. He can hardly open his eyes. We have to help him.” Rama heard a shout. The toddler had wandered too near a bullock cart and had fallen. Blood flowed from his leg.
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