I heard what I thought were maybe machine gunshots. They went rattatattat – like in the news. And that was it. They were very quiet.
Mark is now chanting something – something – something – Lalaguna beach. The banana girl comes and listens to one earphone.
There was a funeral, too. I thought at first it was just a lot of people. Then I thought it was a church service. But the sad woman in black and a veil gave me the idea. Like a parade, all the folks walked down one road, then turned.
We tourists watched.
