SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"C'mon bestie, grab that one."
"Got it."
"And over there. Cabbage, onions, a kilo each."
"Yep."
"Also that… wait, what is that?" Andeng's curious voice pulled me out of my haze.
I furrowed my brow and followed her look. My eyes settled on my own hand, where I held a bunch of carrots.
I made a face and ran my palm over my hair as understanding clicked into place.
"Since when did cabbage start looking like carrots, Sasha my dear? You're really out of it today."
I laughed because she was right and arguing would do no good. I sighed and turned back toward the carrot stall.
Andeng and I were at the market, picking up ingredients for whatever she'd decided she wanted to make. I'd thought we were heading to a thrift shop but now we were shoulder to shoulder with other shoppers, sorting through vegetables instead of blouses.
The place was packed, louder than usual with voices and metal carts scraping against concrete. Why all the hurry?
