Anana said, “Don’t worry about that. I’ve talked with her about it. She knows we’ll be leaving some day. But she’s grateful that she’s lived this long, not to mention that we’ve given her more food than she’s had for a long time.”
“Yes? What happens when we go?”
“I’ve promised to slit her wrists.” Kickaha winced. “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din. I don’t think I could do it.”
“You have a better idea?”
“No. If it has to be, so be it. I suppose I would do it, but I’m glad I don’t have to.”