A boy is sent to a prophetess to get a bottle of tap-waterblessed, so it may cure her from whatever illness she has. The boy doesn’t get a name, nor an age, but through his eyes we observe the inconsistencies that live in all of us: a nurse-mother who believes Holy Water will do what medicines can’t, a prophetess who coughs so much the boy wonders if she blesses her own water to get better. Once in possession of the Blessed Bottle of Water, the boy has to take it home safely, which is when the streets come alive to the reader.
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