Tessa Ignored My Doorknob Question
approaches nonrelatives with similar gusto- failed Peruvian rice scheme
- spicy aromas
- saying things like, “Nice, nice, nice,”
- day the blacksmith died
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Tessa ignored my doorknob question and started dragging me down the tunnel. I had to free myself from her grip and backtrack to collect my clothes. I lingered a few moments over the sight of my new favorite Uncles, dozing satiated in a heap. Apparently in the local dialect an “uncle” must mean someone with whom to share a bikini, and someone who approaches nonrelatives with similar gusto.
I had to lug my clothing because Tessa resumed dragging me away and this time she was not letting me slip loose. When we were far enough away that her voice wouldn’t wake them, she gave me some facts about these so-called local bandits. Her explanation was hard to follow, something about a commune founded on a failed Peruvian rice scheme. The green wigs meant something, it all meant something, but I lost track of it as I hopped and shimmied in her wake to get dressed without falling too far behind.
In another minute I had to overtake the Tessabot and shush her. I’d noticed spicy aromas wafting from up ahead, something she’d be unable to detect. We advanced quietly until we began to hear voices saying things like, “Nice, nice, nice,” unless it was, “Rice, rice, rice.”
When we were near enough to make out the table and chairs as well as the cluster of miniature appliances huddled against the wall of the passageway, we heard a gruff voice say, “Is that stuff ready yet? I ain’t been so hungry since the day the blacksmith died.”
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