| Housegirl in 1970. All of the expats had
permanent, young good looking Fijian housegirls who lived with them. My Peace Corps roommate, David, decided to get one and I had to pay my share - I think we paid her 50¢ a week.
Hardly a girl, rather a toothless granny who came by bus from Lodoni once a week and really didn't do very much aside from smoke Fijian cigarettes, though I do seem to recall that she ironed once.
She didn't speak any English which made it difficult for me [ed. - being trained in Hindi]. When Kelera moved in with David, Meri wasn't needed.|