“It’s a crazy time of year,” he said. “The big yam harvest will be coming in now. And women will be given permission by the paramount chief to capture men and have their way with them.”
“You mean, assault them?” I asked, disbelieving. “Sexually.”
“That’s it,” said Nick. “They will rape them.” He pronounced it ‘rep,’ as in traveling salesman, and made it sound just as casual.