I oiled the arm-guard. Leather stiffens up when there's no one to wear it, that's all this is.

• Old ZayaI wonder if leather's the only thing that stiffens.
  SaranI set out one more bowl.
  Old ZayaThen that's settled.
• NaranMom, that's Dad's, isn't it?
  SaranIt was your father's.