Queena didn't utter a word, her attention fixed on the medicine simmering in the pot.

Fabian's pride was wounded, and in a fit of embarrassed rage, he slapped the table.

"What's the deal here?"

Seeing Queena remain silent, he made a move towards the room where lan was resting.

"Fine, if you won't talk to me, I'll talk to the guy inside. And if he doesn't want to speak up, I'll toss him into the well outside!"

Fabian was used to throwing his weight around at home. His wife had been driven away by his temper, and if it hadn't been for the

school scholarship that Queena received, she might have never escaped a lifetof being on the receiving end of his fists.

Queena never cared about her father, but Fabian still saw her as the meek and compliant daughter she’d been in her youth.

He headed towards lan's room, but as he reached the door, someone smashed a chair down on his back.

He shook violently and toppled to the floor.

Fabian's body trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he couldn't get the words out.

Queena pulled out a needle and thrust it into his brain, ending Fabian's life in an instant.

She returned to the stove to continue brewing her medicine, and after bringing it to lan, she went out to inform the villagers.

Fabian had a decent reputation in the village; though he was an abusive husband, he was also known to stand up for his neighbors.

And, like many men who were tyrants at home, Fabian was obsessed his dignity.

of Fabian's close friends began to arrive to help prepare for the funeral and

you holding up

her voice breaking, "I never expected he'd

to her, Fabian had been trying to fix a few broken tiles on the roof when he fell to his

Queena for medical care. With her mother gone and her father dead

filled

community pitched in with vegetables and pork

gathered to help—swashed the veggies, others chopped them, and a few took

canopy

wasn’t sure what to do next, so others went to hire a bagpiper and

the wail of the bagpipes filled the village, mingling with the smoke

from sleep by the bagpipes, their sound having

propped himself up and shuffled to the door, only to see wreaths laid

Tobias,

away over

face was tinged with sadness, "Yeah, it's Queena's dad. Heard he fell

room for three days. Look, handsome, I brought you

he took the

dad supposed

won't be back until noon. There'll be plenty of

hillside with the rising smoke and spoke indifferently,

Abner, and now, perked up at

it easy, handsome, you

Abner nodded.

was just the right length

which were small enough to see in a single

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