One of the regular vendors who walked along the trail, once in the morning and once at dusk, was a local girl of 15 named Taize - known as the “cashew girl” - for that nut was all she sold, carrying a wide tray full of packages on her head. From the time I arrived, she had greeted me with a wide, happy smile, and strove to walk at my side whenever possible; however I never gave her much thought. Today, because of the slippery and muddy conditions due to the recent rains, she toted her cargo with an unusually cautious stride. For the reason that this morning I had not seen a human being on the ground except Ricardo, as usual, which his master considers a four-legged humanoid - and probably spent the night enduring the storm under my lounge chair - I walked slowly by the girl’s side, which obviously made her blistering happy. …show more content…
Unwillingly, I kept throwing my bulk of acquaintances into the presumed conspiracy bucket, while seemingly, Taize kept attentively gazing at me, wondering, while she talked about the inland-island of “Crooked Tree”, her family’s birthplace. She suddenly stirred me when unexpectedly