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Ouma Safiya wants a nice fat yellowtail for her supper. Mother wants a new dress.
“Don’t be silly,” says Ouma. “You’ll be lucky if they catch even a tiny crab. More likely it will be fish tail Friday. There’s not so many fish left in the sea.”
Yusuf holds Ouma’s hand. They cross the road at the bathing cabins.
“Whaaat? Whaaat? Whaaat?” cry the gulls perched on the bright rooftops. “What is for supper?”
