Because nobody told him not to, Fin got in the van with the rest, and rode back to Selema's.
They were all sat in the living room, brothers and dog and father and Selema, sitting, chatting as if it were a normal Sunday afternoon, not a Thursday at 3am. The carpet was the colour of new peas. Fin concentrated on it while he waited to be noticed. After a few minutes, two women, one older, one younger, came in from upstairs. Selema's mother went straight to her daughter, hugging scolding her at the same time. The other woman, the younger one, noticed Fin, and went to him. 'You're not one of my brothers,' she said.
This was the point at which Fin realized he had been focusing on the wrong sister.
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