“Hey missy, what’s your name?” This, from a boy of maybe seven years old. I was walking past the American Embassy, returning from a lunch meeting at the Crystal Ocean View Hotel. He was carrying a very big jug of water.
“My name’s Amanda, what’s yours?”
“Me? My name’s Bochalo [at least that’s what I heard, I could be wrong]. I like your form, missy.”
“You’re too little to like my form.” How else do you respond to a seven year old?
“I could be good for you missy.”