Wednesday, November 24, 2004
We change and set out for my aunt’s house. Cousin Manisana was there along with my favorite tomboy, Amusana, still in sweats and baseball cap. Real cousins, as I explained. It has become a joke with our group, as everyone seems to be related to me. And so they are. Maybe inbreeding accounts for my idiotic streak.
There is a picture of Sanatomba in the sangoi. Surrounded by what looks like a zillion little dishes, elaborate as a mandala. We offer flowers.
We sit down to a traditional meal. This is the only one they will have. They are too much to deal with otherwise.
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