A conversation

Not dressed for island life...

As I bought some meat and veggies at a shop today I had a pretty normal conversation with the lady at the register--

Her-- "Whats your name?"

Me-- "Abby, and you?"

Her-- "Fatima. Have you given birth?"

Me-- "No, not yet."

Her-- "God will give you children."

Me-- "God-willing."

Her-- "So, you live here?"

Me-- "Yes, I'm an English teacher. I live in M-town."

Her-- "Oh, so-and-so wants to learn English."

Me-- "Great! Here's the administrator's number."

Yes, I'm back on Clove Island. And yes, this feels normal. I may need some help when I get back to America.