Sundosia loved her children with all her heart. But she couldn’t help feeling relieved whenever she married one off. Every year there was a marriage, and every year there would be until Sundosia had had twenty-two children and married them all off. Five were gone, and there were seventeen left. This year it had been Logedi’s turn, and next year it would be Maryphe’s. After Maryphe was Emt, and then Checha, and so on. Every single one of them would be married off and gone.
Sundosia went to sleep that night at eleven forty.