CHAPTER 4
So by the time Grandmother was stiff in the ground, Papa couldn’t fish no more with his arm being broke, Mama nearly burnt the house down twice, and even though I got over my chills and fever, I couldn’t never quite shake the feeling of being kinda sick to my stomach. ’Course, that coulda been on account of the famine that’d started as much as on me being curst, but after everything that happened to us, you can’t tell me it weren’t because of that wicked old mudang and her hex.
With Papa’s arm all busted up and his net broke too, we didn’t get no fish after that, not to eat or to sell neither. Folks started talking more and more about the drought. It was the middle of summer, but hardly nothing growed. When me and Min-Jung took walks to look for roots or whatnot, we got along b
