2

The invasion started outside the headquarters of Eldares Modern Construction and Real Estate.

“And all because of a billboard,” Nyawlra observed when she and Kamltl talked about the daemons later.

How? asked Kamrö, and even Nyawlra could not tell how the daemons came to be or how they had fanned out to all corners of Eldares. What she recalled quite clearly was setting out for the office, hoping to get there before Tajirika. The only other thought that had crossed her mind as she went to work was A.G.’s early-morning visit and more so his scary last-minute wink and reference to leaflets. She did not like the way A.G. smiled as if he knew more than he was letting on. He seemed to believe in the Wizard of the Crow, but was he thus setting them up to be killed? She was so absorbed in this worry that she did not note as peculiar that all parking areas in the streets around the offices were taken up by Mercedes-Benzes of all sizes and hues. Imagine her surprise when she raised her eyes and found two long lines of people in the yard outside her office!

One was made up of people in custom suits, standing stiffly and solemnly as if at a fashion parade; it reached all the way to the door. She had dealt with people of their ilk the previous day, and so it was not a big surprise.

The second line started at the billboard TEMPA JOBS: APPLY IN PERSON. It was composed of people in patched-up clothes and worn-out suits in all colors of the rainbow, a stunning contrast to the array of black and gray in the queue of the rich.

Whereas the occupants of the first queue toted briefcases and stood silent and solemn, those in the second, with the exception of the few who read newspapers, held nothing and so could gesture freely as they talked, exchanging anecdotes of the wows and woes of life. Those in the first queue who smoked put out their cigarettes after only a few puffs, crushing the butts under the soles of their shoes, but those in the second smoked the cheapest brands, even unprocessed leaves, and were given to sharing. In the first queue there were a few pipe smokers, in the second, none at all. And while the first had been set in motion due to the appointment of a chairman of Marching to Heaven, encouraging the belief that the Global Bank had green-lighted the project, the second was triggered by the billboard, which, as Nyawlra later learned, had sparked a rumor that the chairman was hiring thousands of workers for Marching to Heaven.

As she walked across the yard to open the office, Nyawlra had no inkling about this rumor. She was just glad that she had arrived before the boss: with so many customers queuing outside, he would almost certainly have scolded her had she gotten there after him.

Even before she could tidy up her desk those at the head of the first queue had begun pushing their way into the reception area as the telephone was ringing off the hook. But for Tajirika’s absence, it all reminded her of the day before. Could you please call back later? she would ask those on the phone. She said as much to those who had barged in to the office and even gave them the option of leaving their visiting cards, which they quickly declined, wanting only to meet the boss face-to-face. Please wait outside, she told them, and this almost caused a riot, for everyone feared that he would lose his place in the queue, but after a little discussion all decided to walk backward, pushing back those behind them in domino fashion.

Nyawlra shared their hopes that the boss would arrive shortly, for she was desperate for him to hire the extra help she needed. There were more than enough applicants in the second queue, she mused, wondering at the same time how or even whether the boss would interview them all.

After an hour or so of answering the same question many times over, Nyawlra started getting restless and anxious: Why was he so late? She had expected him quite early. Had he been involved in a car accident? Had he been robbed on the way home?

Tajirika’s wife, Vinjinia, who came to the office, was the one who finally resolved matters, but her news was not good: Tajirika was unwell and would not be coming to work today, she said tersely, without elaborating. What illness could have prevented Tajirika from coming to collect more bags of money? He had seemed in excellent health when they parted last night, but Nyawlra did not dwell much on that because she was now preoccupied with what to do about the two queues.

“Was there no message for me?” she asked Vinjinia, who just shook her head.

“Is this place always like this?” Vinjinia asked, as if steering the conversation from her husband to the subject of queues, but she was genuinely curious.

Vinjinia was a homebody, basically Tajirika’s housekeeper. They had three boys and two girls. The eldest son, who had a degree in mechanical engineering, worked for a German firm that sold tractors and agricultural implements. He was married and lived on the coast. The second son and the eldest girl were both residential students at the University of Eldares, the girl majoring in education and the boy in business administration. The youngest, Gacirü and Gaclgua, a girl and a boy, were in a day primary school and lived at home with their parents. Tajirika wanted to send them to a boarding school but Vinjinia resisted—she wanted to look after them a bit longer. Tending the farms and the children kept Vinjinia busy at home in Golden Heights, and she had rarely visited her husband’s office. She was so cut off from his business and political circuit that she had not even attended the famous birthday rally when her husband had shaken hands with the Ruler. She found out about it only after Tajirika returned home, one hand wrapped in a handkerchief, and she had wondered whether something terrible had happened to him. Sensing her concern, he had laughed and explained the sweet mystery, promising to buy a glove for his hand to keep the memory of the handshake from the Ruler alive. She did not understand what he was talking about, but she trusted her husband to deal with outside matters while she worried about life at home.

Only church on Sunday could lure her into Santalucia and Santa-maria. She was a member of All Saints Cathedral, and on Sundays she would mingle with other parishioners—not to catch up with the latest news in the political and business worlds but to ascertain the latest state of her fellow churchgoers’ souls. She was among those who never wanted to miss a single episode in the epic battle of Maritha and Mariko with Satan.

“I have never seen anything like this,” Nyawlra told her, referring to the queues.

“What shall we do about it?” they asked each other.

Why not tell them the truth? they said, looking through the window. The queues were now so long that the women could not even see the rear.

The two women marched to the front of each queue and put up a notice: TAJIRIKA IS NOT IN TODAY: COME BACK TOMORROW. They went back inside to await the outcome.

And now a sight even more amazing unfolded. When those at the head of the queue read the notice and broke the news, those immediately behind them refused to believe their ears and insisted on seeing the notice for themselves. In the end those who read it did not even bother informing those behind them and simply went away in silence, the others imagining that they had simply met with bad luck or did not want to show elation for fear of exciting envy. Those at the back of the queue thought the lines were moving and were joined by others. Even those who had already left, on seeing this apparent movement, would rejoin the queues at the rear. This game of attrition at the front and replacement at the rear continued. Queues without an end, Nyawlra said to Vinjinia as they sought a way out of this dilemma.

They decided to seek help from the Santamaria police station. It was the nearest, and its head, Wonderful Tumbo, was a friend. He promised to dispatch traffic police to deal with the situation.

But it was not until the afternoon that the promised police officers arrived, two in a Land Rover and the other two on motorcycles, wielding bullhorns. They conferred with Nyawlra and Vinjinia. From what they had seen upon driving up to the office, it was obvious to them that their shouted instructions, no matter how amplified, would not carry to the end of the queues. Do something, the women appealed.

After animated discussions among themselves, the police officers decided on a course of action: the two on motorcycles would ride along the queues and shout their instructions through the bullhorns. The others would hang around the premises to spot and quell trouble.

The two riders took to the road, repeating the same message over and over again: Tajirika is not in the office, people should go home and come back another day. But nobody believed them; the queues showed no sign of thinning out, the game of attrition, replacement, and apparent movement in full swing, serving only to confirm that the police officers were lying.

In the office, Nyawlra remembered that an answering machine had recently been installed, and she quickly programmed it to respond, This is Eldares Modern Construction and Real Estate. Mr. Tajirika is away from the phone at the moment. She toyed with the idea of inserting the sentence Your call is important to us, but then she changed her mind and continued. But if you leave your name, telephone number, and the time you called, we shall get back to you as soon as possible. Please begin recording your message after the tone. Nyawlra felt relief and rejoined Vinjinia, who had been at the window, monitoring the goings-on outside.

They had thought that the two police officers on motorcycles would come back within a few minutes, but they were still missing even after one hour. The first to return after two hours was the one who had shadowed the queue of the rich, and he had been able to do so because, in his own words, “my line was not as long as the other one,” adding that in all his life as a police officer he had never encountered such long queues. Even so, his message had had no effect: the queue of the rich remained as it had been all day.

But shortly after five o’clock, something strange happened. The queue of the hunters of contracts vanished. Just like that. Starting apparently at the back of the queue, they had stolen away one by one, and within a few minutes their stealthy retreat had turned into a stampede toward their Mercedes-Benzes; in a short time all parking places were empty. Curious that they should refuse to heed a law enforcement officer but then flee within seconds of one another for no apparent reason! Very strange, the women told each other. Perhaps the same thing would happen to the other queue, they hoped, but no such luck: the queue remained intact with no indication that it would vanish like the other. The police rider attending it was nowhere in sight. As much as the two women strained their eyes and ears, they saw no police officer, no motorcycle.

If you had been there when Nyawlra was telling Kamltl all this, you would have wondered, just as he did, whether to cry or laugh, for, as she told him, there came a time when she and Vinjinia felt that the office had become their jail. The sun was calling it a day, but not the queuers. And the women hesitated to go home without a report from the missing police rider.

Vinjinia would now and then call to see if her husband was feeling any better, but there was no comfort from the homefront, and as the afternoon wore on Vinjinia became depressed, which did not help the atmosphere in the room.

All day long the two women had been on their feet, but now Nyawlra pulled up a chair, and, as she continued looking through the window, found herself wondering what could be ailing her boss so much as to force him to stay away from easy money, but not serious enough to make him see a doctor. Maybe it was a bad case of flu. But why would Vinjinia have been so reticent about that? And if Tajirika did not feel better soon, what was she to do about the queue? As if reading Nyawlra’s thoughts, Vinjinia herself pulled up a chair next to Nyawlra. When she spoke, her voice sounded teary

“I know what you are asking yourself,” she started. “Believe me, I am as much in the dark as you. Where shall I begin? He came back last night with three sacks full of Burl notes. Throughout the evening he kept muttering things to himself, calculating I don’t know what. Even when he eventually heeded my call to come to bed, he did not fall asleep but continued working things out in his mind. From the few words that I could make out, he seemed to be calculating the impact of Marching to Heaven on our lives. I fell asleep and left him wide awake.

“The illness itself seized him this morning. It started when he went to the bathroom: suddenly it was as if he stood frozen in front of the mirror. And every time he looked at the mirror, he could say nothing save If. If only. He would remain there, gazing hard at the mirror as if trying to talk to his shadow. Now tell me, how would I report these symptoms to a hospital or doctor? What could I tell them without sounding ridiculous? That my husband, the chairman of Marching to Heaven … ? But if he does not get better tonight, what shall we do tomorrow when we wake up to this or another queue?” Vinjinia asked, echoing Nyawlra’s concern.

Nyawlra recalled how at the close of the previous business day Tajirika had pulled a gun on her, fearing that she might be a robber. Maybe he was terrified of being robbed.

“It was unusual for someone to have so much money in his house,” Nyawlra said. “Maybe he was paralyzed by the prospect of robbers. His train of thought must have been something like this: If they find me with all this money, they will kill me. If! If only I had left the money in the office or put it in a bank?”

The sudden entrance of one of the three police officers now guarding the grounds interrupted their conversation. He wanted to know what to do next: it was getting late, the queue was still there, and the police motorcycle rider had not yet returned.

Vinjinia paid him and his cohorts off to guard the premises for the night and to wait for the return of the missing rider.

The two women then closed up the office and left through the back door. The queue of job seekers was still intact. Maybe the darkness would drive them away. Maybe tomorrow would be another day. Vinjinia left in her black Mercedes-Benz without offering Nyawlra a lift. “See you tomorrow” were her last words.

What a day! Nyawlra thought as she walked down the road to the bus stop. She suspected that there was a lot more to her boss’s illness than Vinjinia was letting on. If the police officer had not interrupted their tete-ä-tete, maybe …

She had just crossed the road when she felt a hand on her right shoulder. She turned around quickly, clutching her handbag firmly. There were so many stories of daylight robbery in the streets that it had now become second nature to hold one’s bag tighter at the slightest friction with another person.

She did not know whether to laugh in relief or shout in anger.

It was the ubiquitous Kaniürü.

Nyawlra thought of pretending that she had not seen him, but a voice within told her, Let’s hear what he has to say, we might glean a thing or two about what’s going on in the higher reaches of government.

Wizard of the Crow
Thio_9780307493316_epub_cvi_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_tp_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_toc_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b01_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_col1_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_col2_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_col3_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_ded_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_col4_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c01_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c02_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c03_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c04_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c05_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c06_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c07_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c08_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c09_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c10_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c11_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c12_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c13_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c14_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c15_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b02_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p01_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c16_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c17_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c18_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c19_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c20_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c21_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c22_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c23_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c24_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c25_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c26_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c27_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c28_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c29_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c30_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c31_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c32_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c33_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p02_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c34_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c35_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c36_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c37_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c38_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c39_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c40_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c41_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c42_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c43_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c44_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c45_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c46_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c47_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c48_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c49_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c50_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c51_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c52_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c53_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c54_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c55_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p03_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c56_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c57_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c58_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c59_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c60_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c61_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c62_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c63_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c64_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c65_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c66_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c67_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c68_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c69_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c70_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c71_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b03_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p04_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c72_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c73_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c74_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c75_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c76_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c77_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c78_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c79_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c80_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c81_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c82_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c83_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c84_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c85_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c86_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c87_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c88_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c89_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c90_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p05_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c91_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c92_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c93_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c94_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c95_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c96_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c97_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c98_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c99_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c100_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c101_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c102_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c103_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c104_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c105_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c106_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c107_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c108_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c109_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c110_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c111_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c112_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c113_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c114_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p06_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c115_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c116_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c117_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c118_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c119_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c120_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c121_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c122_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c123_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c124_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c125_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c126_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c127_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c128_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c129_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c130_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c131_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b04_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p07_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c132_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c133_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c134_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c135_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c136_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c137_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c138_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c139_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c140_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c141_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c142_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c143_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c144_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c145_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c146_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c147_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c148_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c149_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c150_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c151_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c152_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c153_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c154_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c155_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c156_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c157_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p08_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c158_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c159_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c160_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c161_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c162_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c163_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c164_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c165_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c166_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c167_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c168_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c169_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c170_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c171_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c172_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c173_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c174_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c175_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c176_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c177_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c178_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c179_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p09_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c180_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c181_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c182_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c183_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c184_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c185_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c186_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c187_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c188_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c189_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c190_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c191_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c192_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c193_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c194_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c195_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c196_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c197_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c198_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c199_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c200_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c201_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c202_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c203_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c204_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c205_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b05_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p10_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c206_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c207_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c208_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c209_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c210_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c211_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c212_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c213_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c214_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c215_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c216_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c217_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c218_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c219_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c220_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c221_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c222_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c223_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c224_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c225_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c226_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c227_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c228_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c229_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c230_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c231_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c232_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c233_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c234_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c235_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p11_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c236_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c237_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c238_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c239_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c240_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c241_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c242_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c243_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c244_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c245_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c246_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c247_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c248_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_p12_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c249_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c250_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c251_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_b06_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c252_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c253_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c254_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c255_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c256_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c257_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c258_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c259_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c260_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c261_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c262_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c263_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c264_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_c265_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_ack_r1.htm
Thio_9780307493316_epub_cop_r1.htm