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CHAPTER ONE:
They often say, never bring a peacock feather inside. But I saw that as a superstitious lie.
Awakening to the same dust streaked sky was a tedious normality. The sun’s rays always marbled the air in an identical way. On this side of the island the milk man delivered the milk contrary to the man on the west side. Our milk man left the two glass bottles in the shade of a tree to escape the tropical heat. He by the name of Kai would not only bring the daily dose of calcium but would also bring superstitious reasons why. Old wise tales pinned to the overhanging palm leaf and scrawled on scrunch of paper. He had a story for everything and everyone and each day if you pedalled down the streets you’d see Kai’s tiny little tales hanging from each tree.
