My first attempt at America sold food, Collard greens, mac and cheese, Fish and chicked. Hmmmm, the fish almost tasted like island fried fish, it was good, the chicken was different, Mac and cheese, first time I eat it since 1995, collard greens, which I eat for the first time, hmm a lot like Calaloo. All in all it was good eating.
Ras Itran walked back over to she and told she that he had called the Coast guard and they would keep an eye out to see if I had taken the raft out and had gotten in trouble. He stopped talking for a while as a young soldier handed him some papers and he quickly looked over them and handed them back to the young man.
“Now listen, de best ting for you to do is to go back home, get some rest and Ah go call you if Ah hear anyting, cool.” Jane hesitated, it seemed like everyone just wanted she to go home and wait, Ras Itran sensed she hesitation and repeated what he had said, Jane looked at him and he smiled she did not say anything she just got up and walked out of the building, Ras Itran stood at the doorway until she got into the taxi.
Jane got back to me house and sat in the front yard for a second, Ken came up to she, he was still wearing he Sunday outfit.
“You look spiffy today,” She said and he smiled, he sat down next to she and asked she if she had heard anything from me, she told him no and he sat with he chin resting on the palm of he hands.
“I like Mr. Dickens, he does help me with me homework and thing, he even stopped me moder from giving me a licking a couple of times.” Jane rubbed him on he back and they sat there until Ken’s mother called him.
`Jane went inside and went up to the bedroom, she lay on the bed looking round at the room, tears rolled down her face as she mumbled,
“Where are you?”
Ahhhh me liking dis one. Reminds me of early evening on the island when the sun is a dull yellow and its afterword and all is quiet. Sitting on the veranda listening the South American radio station.