The will was read on Banana Island. A fourth wife stood up.

Yesterday was my father's will, at the Banana Island house. Three wives, eleven children, I'm the sixth. The lawyer was on page three when a woman in white lace at the back said please continue, I'm also in it. Nobody knew her. She had a marriage certificate dated 2019, a boy of about nine with my father's exact ears, and the papers for the house we were sitting in. Big Mummy asked for water. Our steward of twenty years carried it past her and gave it to the woman in white. He knew.