The grubby little boys on the front row squirmed and poked each other. I sympathized with them. It’s hard to listen to a story when every...

Smiling brown faces looked up at me expectantly, dark eyes alight with interest and curiosity. I spotted several bracelets of woven twine...

I knew it the moment I saw the truck creeping down the busy street in the market. Maybe it was the flashers. Maybe I’m a bit psychic....