Chapter 8 THE CODICIL

She called Aunty Bisi at seven.

The phone rang six times. Adesewa sat on the bedroom floor with the blood-stiff cardigan in a plastic bag beside her and counted the rings. On the seventh, a thin voice answered, wary and breathless.

"Hello? Sewa?"

"Aunty. Are you all right?"

"Am I all right? Where ar...

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