Went in to check on snoring Sekhnet, who, on about three and a half hours of sleep, set off for a job, under cover of darkness, and returned to creep up the stairs ten or eleven hours later, as I was writing.
She was in a deep sleep when I went to check on her, make sure she had a sheet over her as she sprawled in front of the fan.
“Grandma picked a fig off the tree,” she murmured as I pulled a sheet over her shoulders.
“Your father’s fig tree?” I asked.
“Yeah, and she was picking a fig that wasn’t ripe and I said ‘grandma, that fig’s not ripe.’ And grandma said…” she mumbled, talking in her sleep.
“What did grandma say?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, you woke me up,” she said, and immediately began snoring again.