One of the great pleasures of our second year is running into students from last year that are now in Grade 10. They seem genuinely happy to see us and they seem to find it amusing that I am staying home to cook, clean and whatever. We were out for a walk one evening and ran into one of my students returning from Majiatan with the telltale white plastic grocery bag. “I hope that isn’t full of snacks” commented Mrs. Wilson. “Oh, it is all fruit from the market” said Apple (hey, that’s his English name. It used to be Apple Tree). He then gave each of us a pear. “A gift”, he said. “Ah”, said I, pointing to the two pieces of fruit, “Now we have a pair”. A momentary quizzical look was replaced by
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