Translated by Marvin Najarro In other times she would have bought guavas in the village for diez len (ten cents) each, big beautiful guavas the size of her hand, but instead these guavas churucas (wrinkled) of today are a sorry sight, overpriced like everything else, nowadays even the air we breathe is expensive, Toña reflects, while trying to make ends meet. She feels like drinking hibiscus punch; she always finds the two-pounds bags on the bottom shelves, near the green beans and beets. Although she usually shops quickly, today Toña wants to walk through the supermarket aisles and be disappointed by the colorless and tasteless…
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