And she had sense.

No questions, no nothing.

Just business.
The only thing she asked of me was if I understood Spanish.
Then she told me that her brother would be back soon, that they were very poor, that she was sorry she had no meat to offer me, that they were VERY poor, that all they had was calabash--a sort of squash.

All this time she was bustling things together.

Next thing I know I had a big bowl of calabash stew between my knees.
Now, strangely enough, I had no great interest in that calabash stew.
I tasted it, sat and thought a while, and tasted it again.