
THE SCENE "Look Ava," I said, "You can pick up the meat with your bread - it's called chaaa-paaa-teeee." Ava laughed. Then, without blinking, she screwed her face up tight and cried. Then she laughed. Then she threw her head back and tried to squirm out of her high chair. Ava was tired. Really tired. "Watch how mamma does," I continued, trying to stay upbeat. I tore a piece of the still warm chapati and used it to pinch a small piece of meat between my fingers. Trying to look … [Read more...]

























