“Idia.” His voice was muffled, but still too loud.
“Oy, if you have an idea, let’s hear it.” My mouth felt like a wooly mammoth crawled into it and died. I tried to use my tongue to wet the roof of my mouth, but that just made me taste my own disgusting, filmy, bile covered breath.
“No, Donna. Her name was Idia. She was the mother to Esigie
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