Sela looks over the table at her husband. She sets down her mending, looking worried. She opens her mouth, pauses, and closes it again. Gansu looks over at her, amused. "Yes?"
"The newcomer, he's very pale."
Gansu arches one of his eyebrows. "Yes, he is pale."
"He's not from around here."
"No, he is not." Gansu stands up. He walks to his wife and gives her a massage. "Sela, he doesn't need our questions."
Sela sighed into Gansu. "You saw his scar."
"He doesn't want it to be seen."
Sela got up and walked to the counter. Lighting to stove, she placed a tea pot on the flame. "It's hard to miss. He's been through a lot, hasn't he?"
"Haven't we all with this damn war going on?" Gansu got mugs out of the cupboard and hands them to his wife. "He's been through more than we know."
A whistle alerted them of the boiling water and Sela poured the liquid into the mugs. Gansu walks over and grabs the mugs for her. "It's hot; I don't want you to burn your self." He places them on the table.
Sela sits across from Gansu. "Do you think, with those eyes and that scar, do you think that he could be him?"
"All we know is he's come from far away and he has a long time before he finds out where he's going."
Sela fidgets, swiveling the tea in the mug. "I just wonder, is it safe with him around?"
"Sela, I don't know. It's not safe anywhere anymore."
"What should we do?"
Gansu looks around. He looks at his steaming tea. He looks at the stove. He looks at the door. He looks at his wife. "I don't know. I really don't." He takes a sip, his eyes water from the heat. "We give him dinner and a place to sleep. We let him rest. Then we send him on his way."
"But who he is, what he's done."
"Is no matter of ours, as long as he does nothing to us." Gansu takes his wife's hand, "And if does anything to harm anyone of us, he better not expect anything more then what he gets."
Sela looks at her husband and nods. "Tomorrow he will be gone."