|Diouf and friends|
Fina wasn't home, Mustafah was watching Ma-Ibou and Mamie. "Take them out of here," E said as the kids began drawing near with curiosity. I nodded, led them upstairs with A and distracted them with crayons and paper. Idy followed momentarily. "We're going to the clinic," he said. He kneeled and looked into his children's eyes, implored them to be good for me and the Polish sisters, then left the house with E, S, and Mustafah.
We went to bed at 3:30a.m., a little shaken, a little wiser, a little more tightly knit together.