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The death was a peaceful passing that sent a silent sorrow among the families.
They buried Old Grace in the orchard, for there was nowhere else to place her,
and it was said by Mr. Kindly that from then on the orchard could only bear the
sweetest fruit. And it did.
After the burial the families gathered at Mr. Kindly’s house. The house was no
bigger than the others, but it somehow managed to fit every person. They had
tea to soothe, pudding to comfort and biscuits to liven up; and fruit for there
was plenty. The fare lifted their spirits and lightened their sorrow. They spoke
fondly of Old Grace and laughed at her foibles, and some even remembered to
praise her soul for its kindness, how warm and generous she had been, how
wise and understanding. Now that she could no longer shame them, everyone
agreed that it had been a wise decision to carry her and the boy along when
they left the old town.
Argwings watched them from across the street, feeling the warmth of their
kind words and wishing Old Grace were there to share it with him. He did not
want tea, he did not want pudding and he was not hungry for biscuits or fruit.
He sat in his doorway staring at the grey street. The cobblestones were not
blue that day and there were no colourful streaks in their sky. The sun had not
risen that morning and Argwings feared it would never rise again.
Through Mr. Kindly’s window the families saw Argwings alone by the doorway
to Old Grace’s house and agreed that he should be left to mourn in his own
way. Some time after Mr. Kindly called Miriam and asked her to take the boy for
a walk. He knew she was the only person who could make him smile.
The families watched through the window as Miriam walked across the road,
took Argwings by the hand and led him away. Mr. Kindly then called their
attention and suggested that they discuss what to do with the boy. Argwings
had never been without Old Grace. Now that she was gone and he was on his
own, he would need someone to look after him. Some were for sending him
back to the old town and others were for leaving him alone to fend for himself.
“I’ll tell you what we will not do,” Mr. Kindly told them. “We’ll not send the boy
away. We promised Old Grace we’d never leave him alone.”
There were different ideas and suggestions made, but none could be decided
Some women wanted to take him in and keep him for their own but their
husbands did not agree. One of these women, Mrs. Asumpta, raised her hand
to speak. She had only one child and always wanted more, but could not have
“I would be happy to take Argwings as my own,” she said. “I only have Jon to
care for and there would be more than enough room.”
A low murmur filled the room. Those who liked the idea quickly agreed that
hers would be the best home for Argwings. But Mr. Asumpta did not think that
another son was what his wife needed and what of his son, Jon?  What if she
should start caring more for Argwings than for his own son?
Mr. Asumpta only had to place his hand on his wife’s shoulder. She
immediately excused herself and said that perhaps it would not be possible for
Argwings to be her child. He was a fine child, she admitted, but, as they all
knew, not an ordinary boy.
The situation resembled that of the other families. The kind women had not so
kind husbands, and kind men had not so kind wives. Mr. Kindly himself would
have loved for Argwings to be his son, but he had other children of his own,
besides Miriam, and his wife was not the kindest of women.
The families sipped their tea and tried not to worry about the boy. They had
promised the old woman that they would look after him and knew they could
not leave without deciding his fate. Finally Mr. Asumpta cleared his throat.
“I know that we promised Old Grace,” he said. “But we didn’t know that she
would go and die so soon.”
"Or what a big problem it would be,” added Mr. Broker.
“Do we have to adopt him?” asked Mr. Cashin.
“Well, what do you suggest?” asked Mr. Kindly.
Mr. Cashin had no suggestion. He did well with arguments, never with
solutions. He sipped his tea. The families sat quietly sipping their own.         
Mrs. Asumpta rose from her seat.
“I suggest,” she said, “that we all take Argwings into our homes. Every family
shall take Argwings in for a week.”
She exchanged a glance with her husband.
“That way,” she continued, “we’ll all share the burden.”
Everyone was amazed at the simplicity and the brilliance of the suggestion.
They voted in favour, finished their tea, their pudding, and their biscuits, and
went home.
HM Books cover of Argwings and the Lamplighters by Nyaruai Mwangi
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Book Code:    ATL
KSh. 300