The Mango Thief
As I turned to go, the woman grabbed me and said I hadn’t paid her yet. I protested that I had. We argued in Spanish. Other mango buyers eyed me uneasily.
As I turned to go, the woman grabbed me and said I hadn’t paid her yet. I protested that I had. We argued in Spanish. Other mango buyers eyed me uneasily.
So many things had to happen for me to be here, and the thought of how much of our existence is chance is overwhelming.