Those of you who have read Enders will already have heard of Lupa. Just the fiddly bit left to do then you can read her story.
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Lupa sat in the dull morning light that fell through the kitchen window with Elina wriggling on her lap. Both mother and child were small-boned and dark with thick hair that curled around the face in a way other, kinder cultures would have found appealing. They had the same dark grey eyes, but though Elina’s were quick and bright, Lupa’s stared unfocused, her head full of images of her parents. The previous evening she had seen her father, for the first time since she was married, and by the end of the day he would be dead, ended.
In the five years that had passed since her marriage, Lupa had hardly thought about her parents. That was the way it was; children married…
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