Double Men: A Short Story from the collection, Reader, I Married Him. Namwali Serpell
trembly baritone, glancing at the bandage over her friend’s eye.
They were in Mama Lota’s kitchen, sitting on a pair of rickety chairs inherited from the church when Pastor Chisongo died. The women watched the steam untangle above their teacups, shaking their heads at the old, familiar nightmare: able-bodied males with nothing to lose.
A ferocious noise scraped through the window – a snarling, snatching sound. Nanjela started. The dogs were quarrelling. “But is it good to have these … doublemen around?” She shuddered. “They’re like demons.”
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