CHAPTER 21SISTER ANGELINA
I had been in Liberia long enough to feel the novelty wearing off. When I first arrived, there was something new every day. My senses were overwhelmed by new smells and bright colors. I would buy strange fruit and fish from smiling people in colorful clothing. But one day I saw a little baby elephant in a cage; another day I saw monkey hands for sale. Then there was the heat, always the heat. I was beginning to long for just a whiff of cold air from New York State, just for one day. And the palaver. Absolutely nothing got done without palaver—always a small argument over price, over quality, over anything at all. To buy something, first of all, there was always a price for a European and a price for a local, and I accepted that, but there was always discussion, a
