| This man was shopping for his mother. She wrote the list.
He was all tanned, reeking of world travel. I think he owned a hotel in the Phillipines.
He was home because his mother was dying. The list is in Spanish and English and coaxes
him to buy whatever he likes. She's lost her appetite so she eats through him as sickness
eats through her. Her script is like a heartbeat. She loves making this list. He tells me
his favorite recipe for poaching ostrich eggs in port wine, best eaten after the theater.
His mother dies. He returns to his travels. He said he wanted to relax in a small village
near the sea. |
