Keep it.
No one could explain what that meant. But on those days, children would find their pockets full of smooth, warm stones. Old women would set an extra place for supper, then eat alone, smiling. The church bells, if they rang at all, rang once—long and soft, like a vowel falling asleep. wenmaal
In the old villages, they would say: “Wenmaal has set the table again.” Keep it
But it remembers you.