This morning is still and humid. We paid two dollars and forty cents for a pound of king prawns. A fresh lettuce cost us thirty-nine cents.
We were still in bed at 8.00 a.m., when Tiki’s parents — they asked me to call them “Mum” and “Dad”, once we were married — arrived unexpectedly. We leaped out of bed and met them at the front door. “Mum” appeared as though she didn’t know where to look and it wasn’t until I looked down, that I realised why. There, protruding from the fly of my pyjamas, was a tissue.