Chapter 146
August – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
SHAHLA
The people of the river bathed at least once per day, twice when the heat became oppressive, and three times on a day like today. Normally Shahla bathed where the men could admire her figure as she lay supine in the hot Mesopotamian sun with the water glistening off her n*****s. Today, however, she'd sought refuge upriver. She put her head down in Gita’s lap, weeping.
"Why don't you just break up with him?" Gita asked.
"Mama said I have to make sacrifices," Shahla hiccoughed, "to bring prestige to our family."
Gita snorted.
"You two are like oil and water," Gita said. "He doesn't respect you."
She touched the red mark on Shahla’s cheek where Jamin had slapped her.
"You’re one to talk! Your father beats you."
"At least
