Luc stresses out every time we leave our little house imagining all the possible misfortunes that could befall our abode in our absence. Burglary persists as a worry, especially since our neighbor’s experience with the spaghetti thief, or with so much shoddy wiring and poor general construction it’s not unrealistic picturing coming back to find the house a mere pile of rubble. Our latest return from a Peace Corps gathering provided us with an unpleasant surprise; our majestic mango tree lay amputated in pieces all across our yard. All the aborted fruits that had already piqued our taste buds with anticipation for delicious mango season littered the walkway. Our landlady had decided to convert the tree into firewood in our absence to feed a brick project she was undertaking at her mother’s house. Of course all we could think about is where will we hide from the unforgiving sun during hot season in the absence of our mango’s deep foliage that provided cool refuge from many a scorcher last summer.
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