The morning light came through the kitchen window at an angle that made the dust visible. Dayo sat at the table with a cup of coffee he hadn't touched. It had gone cold twenty minutes ago. Luna was across from him, Jennifer on her lap, trying to feed her mashed plantain from a small bowl. Jennifer was having none of it. She kept turning her head, smearing orange streaks across her cheeks, laughing at her own rebellion.
"We have to decide today," Dayo said.
Luna didn't look up. She scooped another bit of plantain, offered it, watched Jennifer reject it again. "Decide what? Whether to let the internet raise our daughter?"
"Whether we tell them who she is before they decide for us."
