Her bridge was awash with thistles of despair and regret. ‘I was good at it, I will have you know’ she said. To Odhis, it sounded like the last kicks of a dying man, a final attempt to epitomize a moment that refused to transcend time. If only he could be her knight in shinning armour! She was only asking to keep her bodaboda job but she had to go. She had to hama, eyes shinning with tears shed freely only in the night.