You know—I worship you. Then Ah Cum was notified that the patient had sat up in bed for quarter of an hour. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. And I want you for myself—for my wife. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. The inn was a military haunt. The Reaper is not sated yet. I almost died from this flu.
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