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Ouma Safiya wants a nice fat yellowtail for her

supper. Mother wants a new dress.

“Don’t be silly,” says Ouma. “You’ll be lucky if

they catch even a tiny crab. More likely it will

be fish tail Friday. There’s not so many fish left

in the sea.”

Yusuf holds Ouma’s hand. They cross the road

at the bathing cabins.

“Whaaat? Whaaat? Whaaat?” cry the gulls

perched on the bright rooftops. “What is for

supper?”