    Sentence Bf how, when tea was done, and everyone had stoodHe  reached for my head put his hands over itAnd gently pulled me to his  chest, which smelledOf dung smoke and cinnamon and mutton grease!  could hear his wheezy breathing now, lite the prophet's Last whispered  word repeated ty the faithful. Then he prayed for what no one had time  to translate--his son interrupted the old man to tell him 2 groupOf  snake charmers sought his blessing, and a blind thie The saint pushed  ‘meaway, took one long look.Then straightened my collar and nodded me  toward the door.    ‘Sentence Binen tea was done, he took his hands aff me.    