side on the ground. a scrawny woman with a baby on her hip steals one of the packages and hurries away. people shout at her back. she keeps walking but opens her hand and lets the bag drop. it splits open and grains of rice spill in the dust. a guava rolls to a stop where i sit. i pick it up, rise and scoop up a couple more.
“no! no! no!” everyone is yelling at me at once.
god, i think, do i really look desperate enough to steal food?
bent over, i keep gathering up stray fruit and vegetables, a packet of rice, working my way to the man figuring everyone 