The next day, in the early hours of the morning, Minnie pounded on Rama’s door.
“Ramabai, wake up.”
“What? What is it?”
“One of my girls woke me. She thought Jamuna was on fire and tried to quench the flames with water. Praise God, it was holy fire. Come quickly, Ramabai.”
Rama jumped from her bed, shoved her feet into sandals and rushed out the door. When she and Minnie arrived at the dormitory room, Jamuna sat in the center of a weeping, moaning circle of girls.
Unperturbed, Jamuna prayed loudly.
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