After we had a serious meeting, deliberation, debates, arguments, and resolutions, we joined the feast for lunch. The villagers were happy and honored to cook for us. They kept on shaking my brothers’ hands including mine. I felt like a celebrity! I wonder what I would call this fans club of mine here. Before I could name my fans club my buttocks started to ache again and so did my stomach.
I asked for a bucket of ice and pillow cases from the mothers of my fans club. Once I got what I asked, I filled the pillow cases with some ice and sat on one, while the other one was wrapped around my stomach. The boys thought it was hilarious and I could not blame them. I looked like a mother hen nesting her eggs.
Father Martin arrived with the chief of police at the middle of lunch and I could no
