“He wore his cone-shaped straw hat and carried a bag containing two pink sweet potatoes wrapped in banana leaves, water in an old soda bottle, and the propeller. Deep in one pocket was the money Ba had given him. Deep in the other was First Uncle’s green Buddha. As he left Hai Nhuan, Tinh passed the cemetery in back of the village. Banoi and Ong Noi were buried here. He’d been sad when they’d died. But by now they’d turned into trees or stars, or maybe ocean waves. Knowing that, Tinh felt better.... Wilted flowers lay strewn around the gravestones. Everyone was too busy attending to the living to tend the dead. Coming home tonight, he’d have to go by this cemetery again. Ghosts would be out. Unhappy, hungry ghosts who hadn’t been cared for. Tinh shivered at the thought. Silently, he chanted: “Phat Ba Quan Ahm, watch over me. Phat Ba Quan Ahm . . .” He entered the region of the sand dunes. The light brown sand was flecked with gold shining in the sunlight. Before Tinh was big enough to go to market with Ma, he’d waited here in the sand dunes for her return in the evening.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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