Friday, 17 August 2007

90: adobo

I press the doorbell of Carmella’s tita’s house. Carmella’s tita opens the door. She stands there smiling at me. Carmella is behind her in the hallway, also smiling.

Carmella is no longer wearing her supermarket uniform. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow jumper. She is not wearing shoes in the house. She is wearing white socks.

I try and think of something charming to say.

Hello, I say.

Hi, says Carmella’s tita.

Hi, says Carmella.

Come in, says Carmella’s tita.

I come in.

She closes the door behind me.

Can I take your coat? she says.

I try and think of something charming to say.

Thanks, I say.

I take off my coat and give it to her.

She hangs my coat up in the hall next to Carmella’s coat. The coats are so close together they are almost spooning.

I try and think of something charming to say about the spooning coats.

Great, I say.

We’re having adobo, says Carmella.

What’s that? I say.

It’s a chicken dish, she says. It’s very nice. You’ll like it.

I try and think of something charming to say.

Great, I say again.

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