Noon: USOP

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.