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Chapter 28

SOME YEARS LATER

"Put your head down. In Wolof we say Segel," Garcia explained. "Tennel se bop," Lola said, lowering her head so that Garcia could braid her hair at the back.

Garcia started tightly at the scalp, and within seconds Lola could feel her fingers flying down the strand of her hair.

"Tennel se bop," Garcia repeated. Fastening the braid with a small white bead.

"Alors, now let's hear the days of the week."

Lola smiled. Garcia was determined to teach her Wolof, and she felt grateful.

She had learnt more Wolof with Garcia in a month than in her whole first year in Dakar.

"Altine, Talaata, Allarba, Alxames," she began, stopping on the way for Thursday.

"Non. Regarde!" Garcia held the braid she was plaiting with one hand and bent over to show her how to position her lips. 'Ce n'est pas difficile," she insisted, pointing to her throat with the comb.

Lola listened carefully. To her ears, it sounded like "Allah may."

"Alxames," she tried again and started to laugh. "It's
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