CHAPTER 18
No one came for Penrys early in the morning, and she spent the time grilling Ashiwe about possibilities in the eating room with the mute evidence all along the walls.
“What about warm clothing, and shoes?” The kids weren’t in rags, but the clothes were overlarge and ill-assorted.
“They brought the clothing back, after…” Ashiwe said, looking away. “Sometimes the adults would cry when they got it back. They’d argue about whether their friends had been killed or not, though they tried to keep us from listening. Some thought not…”
She met Penrys’s eyes. “That’s what they decided to believe. It made living easier for them. Not all of them agreed. Five of them… they found their own ends.”
Her eyes closed as she spoke. “It was peaceful for the two women from Fastar, I heard. They
