From Miss Icie Table
Coconut drops, gizzada, and good talk. Miss Icie has been at her table since before the market had a name. She sees everybody. She remembers everything. She speaks when she have something to say.
Coconut drops, gizzada, and good talk. From the pastry table at the Cliffside market, Miss Icie says what she sees. No politics. No hurry. Just the truth, fanned cool and served fresh.
The Empty Tray
*You come late. The table done talk for the day.*
Grandchild Visit
*Everybody pay. Except this one.*
Sample Size
*One little sample. The fifth one this week.*
Long Talk
*She hear the whole story twice. She still nodding.*
The Weather Report
*The rain know better than to fall on Miss Icie table.*
Church Clothes
*On a Sunday, even the gizzada dress up.*
Two Price
*Stranger price and neighbor price is two different conversation.*
Never on Speaker
*She not on speaker. She never on speaker.*
Market Day Throne
*The market move. Miss Icie stay.*
Just Now
*“Just now” don’t mean now. “Just now” mean sometime between now and Judgement.*
The Phone Call
*My granddaughter call me from foreign to tell me I should rest. The child don’t know the table IS the rest.*
What the Table Know
*People think the table is for selling pastry. The table is for watching.*