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He stood up. His hands were dirty. His shirt had a tear at the collar. He smelled of earth and rain and the faint, sweet rot of overripe fruit.

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Thoiba, for his part, said nothing. He just held her fingers under the marriage cloth and squeezed. Three times. I love you. I love you. I love you. He stood up

But Leima took the pineapple. She cut it with her mother's thou —the heavy kitchen knife—and watched the juice run yellow over her fingers. She offered him the first slice, the sweet heart of it. startled. Then he smiled—a slow