One-fifty said the woman. Not cool–last time they were one quetzal even, so I got on her case a bit. Are you sure? They must have gone up, last time they were a quetzal. Are they harder to find now?

I had gone to the market for fruit in the morning, searched for mangoes that looked good, and asked for the price.

She explained the price of the carton and how many, but I really didn’t want to do any mental math at all, so I just nodded and said Ok, I’ll take three.

Four for six quetzals, said the woman quicky. I thought–well, I guess if she’s gonna offer me a deal I oughta take it, so I said Sure, sounds good.

This afternoon as I pulled out the bag of four mangoes and thought about the price, I did a calculation. Six divided by four.

I was about to be frustrated, until I thought about having four mangoes instead of three.