Enriquillo and Ayiti found each other waterfall-bathing accidentally, six years ago. He was barely a man and she only just a woman. They shrieked and accused and ran away, then carefully came back at exactly the same time–one week later, and every week since.

But they are not lovers, Ayiti reasons, and therefore what she feels is not jealousy. Once she had Enriquillo’s attention on her, like a warm scent, even alone; now it’s cooling. The new girl is a deprivation.

So she curses four times, licks a black stone, and writes Elua’s name on the wall of thieves.