Two posts in one day. Guess I write when I’m miserable. This is the next chapter of The Fruit Incident, just posted, in which I sliced mold off my papaya and disposed of it. Well, I thought I’d heard the end of it, but no. I was working all day upstairs until the witch screeched up to tell me to come downstairs for comida. I wasn’t sure of her Spanish so I asked, Ahorra? Now? […]
Read moreDay: February 8, 2010
The Crow
I descend the cold tile stairway in my nightgown, blinking myself awake. I cross the cold tile floor, wrapping my shawl more tightly around me. I walk toward the”¦ —“VENGAAAAA.” I hear the ear-splitting cry of the beady-eyed crow, Reyna, the housekeeper. It is too early to be dealing with her impenetrable Spanish and her disdain for me. “Get over here,” she yells. “Hang your laundry out back. Don’t put it here on the sofa!” […]
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