Flossie is looking at Bena weirdly. She sits down on the bed beside Treasure and leans closer to her. "Why is she putting that in that pot? I hope she isn't expecting me to cook it," Flossie is pointing at the twins' placentas.
Treasure shakes her head "No. But some tribes do eat it, my husband will wash it and then put it in a different pot with some herbs. After that, he'll cook it close to our room for forty days. Since I'm not outside. Then he'll bury our two sons' placentas. They believe that it will bind the child's spirit to their ancestors and the land."
"Oh, that's good. No offense. But there was no way I was going to eat it." Flossie shakes her head still looking at Bena.
"Flossie you didn't offend me. Neither would I," Treasure laughs.
About that time a knock on the d
