"A favor of forgetting," Tabootubexx answered. "When I give what you need, you must forget something you love. Not immediately, but over seasons. A face. A flavor. A song you used to hum. These are the coins I keep, so the river keeps answering."
"Do you ever give back what you take?" Asha asked, surprised at the sound her voice made.
"My father did not come," Asha said. "We need him, and we need the grain to keep our bellies from emptying." tabootubexx better
Asha thought of the day when the village had nearly fallen into hunger and the way the bell had rung again. She thought of all the small forgettings that had smoothed human life into something bearable. She touched the river and found the water warm as memory.
Tabootubexx blinked slowly and, for a moment, seemed almost regretful, like the bending of a reed remembering the storm that had passed. "I will sing that in the river," it said. "But even rivers do not keep perfect promises." "A favor of forgetting," Tabootubexx answered
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"It is not mine to give and take," Tabootubexx said. "I am a keeper of balancing. I hold what is heavy. You trade one weight for another. Sometimes the balance tips and you find what you lost in a stranger’s laugh, a child's stumble, or the taste of rain on a certain kind of stone." A face
"Why do you call?" Tabootubexx asked, and its voice was not a voice so much as a melody threaded with memories.