Chapter 14

# Chapter 14

We shopped like women who had done this together before.

This is the thing I cannot explain, the thing that unsettles me still when I turn it over in the sleepless hours between two and four: how natural it was. Yemi drove—she drove the way she spoke, precisely, without waste, signaling well before turns as though the roads of Surulere were a system with rules that deserved respecting—and I sat in the passenger seat with a list written on the back of a receipt, and we navigated Balogun Market in the late afternoon heat like two women who had been splitting grocery lists for years rather than two women who had, until six days ago, existed in entirely separate realities.