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Show 23 "I think I'm growing an evil heart because of my anger for Ahote," Chua said to his mother. Ahote's beady eyes came into Chua's head. He shook it to get rid of the eyes. "You don't have an evil heart," Apa said. "Your anger toward Ahote is good. It will help you be watchful so you can protect yourself. When the time of danger is past, let it float back to Father Sun to be surrounded with light." "But sometimes I don't feel like letting it go. I want to hold onto it," Chua said. "Knowing when to hold on and when to let go is part of the wisdom that comes from growing up," Apa said. Inner wisdom, thought Chua. There it was again, like his father had talked about. Was anger part of inner wisdom? Anger was his friend right now. He knew that, and ^ a n g ^ r j would help him be watchful of Ahote. The heat of the day passed by the entrance of the cave. The shadows of the setting sun lengthened. The wind blew the heat away, leaving only cool darkness. Ahote slept on. The moon rose; full and bright. Chua needed to find a place for his mother to stay until the baby was bom. "You can't travel much farther," he said. "I must," Apa said. "I must be strong. The swelling in my legs has lessened. I can travel again." "Do you know how long until the baby will be bom?" asked Chua. "I think the next full moon will bring the baby," she said. "We must find a place to live until you and the baby can travel," Chua said. |