When it was finished, she stood looking at the vase for a while and Nhu Mi came in and said, "We don't have any more fish."
"What did you say? There was a fish yesterday. I put it in a small puddle. One fish is enough."
Nhu Me replied, "The fish is dead."
Mrs. Son Dien exclaimed, "Can't die!"
But for some reason, the fish is really dead. Nhu Mi picked up the fish from a small puddle, about the size of a water jug, dug down next to the kitchen, and used it to keep the fish she bought at the market fresh and alive. The fish is in the child's hand, dead, swollen.
Mrs. Son Dien said sadly, "Bury it. I'll go to the market and complain to the fishmonger. Maybe he fills the fish to make it heavier."
The market is not far from home, and Nhu Me is at home to watch out for Duc Thuy. But she st
