Later, when my parents had come home and neighbors began to troop in to say ndo sorry and to snap their fingers and heave their shoulders up and down, I sat alone in my room upstairs and realized what the queasiness in my gut was: Nnamabia had done it, I knew.
Sure, short-term interest rates will go up, but the markets will heave a sigh of relief if we signal that we're not going to let the situation get out of hand.