Everyone carries things for me - even my bags. I am getting familiar with this custom though it still feels irregular. When the eggs FINALLY came on Monday, I went out to the taxi to give the man his egg crates and pick up the four dozen eggs I'd ordered for the senior missionaries.
Juliet came by and insisted she would carry them in. My heart went up to my throat when she put them on her head. Even the taxi driver looked dismayed (so it wasn't just me). And she carried them gracefully into the area office to the cafeteria. Ah, so far so good.
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