Fr/agile
In Grade three, I made an egg lady for show and tell. It was really something. You know the first time you discover how to turn an egg in to a person? Fascinating right? Plus mine was completely out of the ordinary because my best friend Shinaaz had given me a quail’s egg. No boring chicken shit for me.
Her father’s Chinese friends had come down for the weekend to check on their shop, and they stayed over at the Ismail’s. They also brought Old Lady Tsu with.
“And I mean ol”’, said Shinaaz. “And stubborn. Everyone thought she must rather stay home.”
Shinaaz overheard them complaining. But Old Mrs Tsu wasn’t being left anywhere. Down she came with her son who came with his son to check on the grandson who was managing the newest branch of the family business.
“That’s a lot of quails’ eggs,” I pointed out to Shinaaz, but she said no, they were specially for the Old Mrs. She ate them raw, for good health, four or five a day, poking the shell of each little egg with a long fingernail. Then she sucked.
“It was disgusting,” shivered Shinaaz. Continue reading