Leonida’s respite was short lived.
The morning of June 12 she awoke feeling exhausted, sore, and feverish. The malaria was biting harder. She remained in bed while Jackline did the milking. Once the sun was up, Leonida also rose. After a cup of tea, she walked the thirty minutes to Janet’s pharmacy in the market. There was already a scrum of people waiting on the concrete stoop under the rusted-metal awning, most of them also seeking malaria medication. Janet gave Leonida some mild painkillers to relieve the hurt and attack the fever. When Leonida returned home, she learned that Peter, also weakened from a tussle with malaria, had fallen off his bike while making the milk run in Webuye. He scraped his foot ...