The one thing in the apartment that was mine was smashed this morning. When the cleaning ladies came, one of them smashed the bird I told you about on accident and put it back thinking I wouldn’t notice. (it’s cracked in half and missing its face, but other than that you wouldn’t notice a thing!) She even arranged it the same way I did with the broken bird this time however. I am sad for the bird, but I still have time to get a new one. Mainly I was just angry she tried to hide it and then pretended like she didn’t know. I hate tricky people, and whether she did it out of fear or what, I’ve lost my taste for her sadly and will have to seek another woman to help me. One good thing is that she broke something of mine which I can replace, had it been the woman who is living here, her things it would have been more difficult to explain.
I didn’t know the protocol of what to do, but I paid her in full anyways even though secretly I wish she hadn’t been stupid enough to put things made out of clay on the edge of the couch… I wouldn’t even know the protocol in the US, but it seemed unkind to not pay her, especially when it was so little.
She did teach me something however, in order to come inside of the house, and tell you she is coming both women clapped their hands like they were showing a kid patty cake. Which honestly I thought they were doing since one of them brought their two-year-old son. I had no idea they were trying to get my attention. And under the heat of the Burkina Faso sun, clothes dry faster than in any dryer ever in existence. After washing my sheets they were drying in 15 minutes. Though I don’t know how clean it is to dry clothes outside with all the dusk flying around…but what else can a girl do.
I’ll buy another bird tomorrow…but I grieve for the one with no face now.
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