Ethel

Ethel is pounding provisions for the next meal. She wipes the perspiration from her forehead, accidentally depositing a nice clump of cassava on it. Suddenly she sits up sharply! In the distance, she hears someone shouting. It is her neighbor Enid, hollering out: “Neighba, neighba, len mih yuh mahta! Mih plantain get cole arready ….. “