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In the autumn, it wasn't visible at all, and the nights were dark except for the stars. Anketam pushed open the door of his home and noted with satisfaction that the warm smells of cooking filled the air, laving his nostrils and palate with fine promises. He stopped and frowned as he heard a man's voice speaking in low tones in the kitchen. Then Memi's voice called out: "Is that you, Ank?"
A good meal would make him feel better. Russat said: "I don't get much of a chance to eat Memi's cooking; I'll sure like this meal." "You can stay for breakfast in the morning, can't you?" Anketam asked. "Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to all that trouble. I have to be up to your Chief's house before sunrise." "We get up before sunrise," Anketam said flatly. "You can stay for breakfast."
His skin was almost pink, bleached from years of indoor work, and looked pale and sickly, even beside Memi's sun-browned skin and Memi hadn't been out in the sun as much as her husband had. Anketam reached out and took the bottle carefully from his wife's hands.
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