No, I’m kidding—it’s the aboriginal mask, which looks quite fierce, and even more decorative on our wall. It’s so big that Meg wasn’t allowed to carry it on board the plane, so she left it with her dad and brother to ship it.
Last night, it arrived. A woman working at the post office was really curious to find out what’s in the package.
“It’s a mask,” Meg told her. But the woman looked first at Meg, then at the package, with disbelief. I’m guessing, when someone says “mask” the first image that pops in mind is of the black thingy with holes for eyes. Or, even a Venetian mask, which is the size of average human face. But a meter-long flat package?
It didn’t help that, for some reason, Meg and I giggled and laughed when we were there. The woman must have thought we were pulling her leg. But, a mask it was, and it fits nicely in our living room.
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