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Mapingire saw a wet line dribble down the girl's left cheek. There was life behind the wetness. Another line cascaded from her right eye. There was even more life behind the glistening salty wetness By Nhamo Muchagumisa Mrs Mapingire could not easily identify the object of her anger. Should it be Mavis? How could she speak to her as if she saw the devil incarnate in her own mother? Should it be Michelle, whom her daughter had taken into custody at her own very advice, and ended up wedding her son-in-law? Could it be her husband's humanitarianism? No, Michelle was the trouble causer. She should have left Grayson to find another woman. But at this point, her thoughts split into mazes. What difference would it make? Would that make her daughter less a divorcee? Less a disgrace? Michelle had grown up in Mrs Mapingire's hands and she had never seen a more promising wife.