Fruits in Tupi
I had nothing planned on Holy Thursday. The plan was to do nothing, except meditate, pray, and soak in the solitude and peace that holidays impose on willing, world-weary creatures. But I remembered that the five-year old washing machine at home recently broke down. Neneng who visits a couple of times a week to do the laundry and general cleaning said, "Daw guba na gid. Pero napuslan gid siya. Nagdugay, hindi parehas sang iban. Nami ni nga brand." Everyone at home realized we had to buy a new one. But the mall was closed; the website confirmed it. Another mall was open, though. Nanay asked if she could come with me. She'd like to buy something, nothing in particular—the hobby of the retired. I had to see patients to see in Gensan anyway. So we bonded in the mall. We expected a bigger crowd, but it was the regular people we saw. There were noisy, happy children with their doting mothers; miserable children with their phones (the dangers of the smartphone! Their parents ...
