The Finance Assistant and the Secretary are two middle aged Senegalese women. They have been working together in the same company for the better part of 30 years. Every day at lunch time, they order one single dish that they share.
They gather their two chairs together, grab two spoons with their right hands (it is terribly rude to eat with your left hand in a Muslim country) and proceed to split every last piece of rice down the middle. They have equal pieces of oignons, rice and fish on each side of the plate and each has half a lime for sprinkling. They then relish their foods while talking Wolof in a very fast, animated way. Once, in a while they throw the fish bones over to an empty plate.
Sometimes, I have to stare really hard to remind myself that they are not attached at the hip. They're so cute, I can't wait to take their picture.
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Hmmm... Joined at the hip? Knowing you, Dorothee, you would much prefer that they were joined at the cranium, and you would watch (live) the operation that separates them. (As the saw divides their skulls, it makes a "wheeeeeeeee" whining sound, then the doctor would have to decide which pieces of grey matter go where...)
We are expecting a photo of your siamese twins bientot, preferably when they are picking their teeth to remove the fish bones!
Bisous,
You know who.
Thanks Dad. That's totally gross. Although I wish I could have to opportunity to watch "Miracle Medical Proceedures" now. Or have a TV for that matter.
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