It would be different if I had not had to pay a tax right before I sat down to wait for the stock to simmer. Whose tax?
Three generations of women I am not allowed to meet or talk to. For some reason I am STILL supposed to be a secret. Why?
Am I supposed to give the "stock" to the matron?
I apologize for the "mammy" moment. I am not THAT kind of Haitian.
9:52 pm CST
Nov. 26, 2020
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