9/22/2023 0 Comments The umbrella man resumenOn the dusty verge twenty yards ahead of Ginnie a car pulled up. Her father had had some success through buying and clearing land around Rio Cristalino and planting it with coffee. Generations earlier her family had come to Trinidad from India as overseers on the sugar plantations. In fact she was twelve, a happy, uncomplicated child with a nature as open as the red hibiscus that decorated her black, waist-length hair. In her long white Sunday dress you might have taken Ginnie Narine for fourteen or fifteen. Otherwise it was quiet, and she saw no-one. Occasionally a car went past, leaving its treads in the melting pitch like the wake of a ship at sea. A few buffalo were tethered under coconuts, browsing the parched verges. Her umbrella blocked its rays but nothing blocked the heat - the sort of raw, wild heat that crushes you with its energy. She was walking lazily, for the fierce April sun was directly overhead.
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