it out flat once more. It was ready to be cooked then, so she dropped it on a dry hot griddle and set it over the fire. When the fire grew low she added more charcoal and blew on it to keep it hot. While the first chupatti was cooking she rolled out the next one. But always she watched theone on the fire. When it began to curl around the edge and turn brown, she quickly flopped it over to cook on the other side.
Rhamon liked these hot chupatties, and it made him hungry to smell them cooking. When supper was ready his mother set a tray before him on the floor. On it were a bowl of rice, a plate of the fish Rhamon had caught, and a second bowl filled with curded milk. Using his fingers and bits of chuppati to scoop up his food, he soon had finished it all. Subro, squatting beside him on the floor, had another tray. And while they ate, Rhamon's mother cooked more chuppaties.
That night when the sun went down, Rhamon watched the mountains change from gold to deep rose, then purple. And finally as night
