Augustown

Mrs G has a fine eye for art. On the white wall, the academic realism of Barrington Watson hangs beside the less measured but more joyful brushstrokes of Ken Spencer and the religious iconography of Oswald Watson. She even has an original Carl Abrahams and two drawings by Edna Manley.

Blind people hear and taste and smell what other people cannot, and what Ma Taffy smells on this early afternoon makes her sit up straight. She smells it high and ripe and stink on the air, like a bright green jackfruit in season being pulled to the rocky ground below. The smell is coming down John Golding Road right alongside the boy-child, someth