Lamma Island, 9:07AM – Hazy.
One of the mainstay grocers in town is closing. Grandma needs her rest is one reason. We are renovating the shop and the flat above is the other. Grandma sits behind the counter and has trouble tallying up goods but does it anyway with the help of a chunky beige Casio, even after her daughter-in-law calls out the total from the other end of the shop. 110 Hong Kong Dollars. Any day now, the daughter-in-law sighs. Shelves are almost empty. They still have cans of black beans, tuna, and diced tomatoes. I buy extra.