“You think a boy and a crab are funny?”
You giggle. “It’s just so stupid! A lazy boy buys a crab from the market and then tells it to go back to his house so that he can take a nap!”
“Huh? That really is stupid.”
You’re growing more and more confused, and I begin to realize my mistake. “Haven’t you read this before?”
When I don’t answer, you can only say, “Oh.”
A week later, I am walking past your grove when you sprint out and nearly collide with my back. I turn around; you wave a book frantically in my face. “Let me teach you how to read, señor!”
My mouth twists to one side. I’m doubtful. “Why would I need to learn to read?”
“How can you not? You’ve got so many books in here!” You gesture at the calachuchi trees. “I found five in there, alone! Many of them are religious, but not a
