JEWELL | Now   Two weeks after Eve's funeral   My head hurts. It's the first thing I take notice of when I come to. There is a sharp ringing in my head, it throbs with a vengeance I know all too well. I should stop starving myself.    The cool wind sends a shiver down my spine, causing me to huddle deeper into the thick blue blanket covering me. My fingers skim over my abdomen thinking of finding it bare because I discarded the blood coated shirt earlier, however, they come into contact with a thick material. I peek under the cover to see a hoodie. It's white. A colour so pure even my soul could tarnish it.   "Here, take this." I look up from my space on the dark brown sleek couch to see Ms Riley hovering over me with a small plate in her hand. Two white pills wait for me on its surface. "The Advil will take care of your headache, and here are some beignets I made yesterday for the boys. You can

EVE | Then Paul was everywhere. I saw him outside the gates of my school, on our living room couch, beside Mama in the kitchen, stirring idly at chopped vegetables sizzling in a frying pan while she poured wine for them. He went on dates with Mama. She didn't need to confide in me, I could tell I was twelve, not blind. There were changes to her I couldn't comprehend. The physical changes were hard to ignore; the new clothes, clean and straight, iron pressed each day. She looked nicer in her nursing uniform than ever before. She spent more time at Daawo's salon, coming home for a brisk lunch with hot pink rollers tucked in her hair. The bathroom even changed, a coconut milk and jasmine petals shower gel sat in a brown wooden basket, an oval-shaped stone for rubbing under her feet came along with the package, lots of scented perfumes and it was the first time I saw a facial wash on t

JEWELL | Then I can't help but think of the woman for reasons I can't decipher. I blame it on my insomnia, having not slept a wink the night before, and there's nothing interesting to think about. The weather is dreary and I hate how the wind carries dust around, hitting me square in the eye as I make my way to my room. I ignore a couple huddled in the shadows not far from where I'm walking. They cling to each other, making noises that disrupt the cool, solemn evening, and I know for a fact that they are under the impression that no one can see. When I enter the room, a pool of darkness greets me and I quickly flip on the switch and instantly, I can see well again. I throw my messenger bag on the bed along with my car keys and set the grocery bag from the Night Market on the low-lying counter. I open the curtains on my high window to allow cooler breeze in because the room is stuffy. Moving to the kitchen, I settle into a comfortable silence

Eve| Then I was sitting in Doris's dainty candy shop when she first spoke to me about sex.  It was inspired by her new tenants, a young couple from a slum settlement, Nima just on the outskirts of the community. She claimed they lied about their ages, twenty and twenty-three years old respectively but they looked anything but. I got a good look at them for myself and agreed with her that they did look younger, teens perhaps. I couldn't help but feel sympathy for her because it wasn't easy waking up early at the crack of dawn to sell but I was on edge. I had just come back from school exhausted, my legs were sore and weakened and I should have never greeted her, to begin with. She told me to stay away from boys, that they were bad news and sex wasn't for me at my age. I don't know why I let her talk  because I did know what sex was. I was young, like thirteen going on four