The journey from the parking garage and down through the hectic
whims of Bangkok traffic seemed inordinately long to him and silently
he objected to being led this way forfeiting friends and consistency he
had always known in Ayuttaya. The sidewalk and road went over a canal.
A woman with baskets of fruit dangling from the ends of a bamboo pole
that was on her shoulders must have made Kumpee's girlfriend hungry
since no sooner was she back with her beau than the exigency of eating
had driven the herd to seek a bowl of tom yam soup with noodles. Under
the canvas, eating and sinking morbidly into himself as he looked out
over the cabin-shacks that were along the canal, he listened to Kumpee
and Kazem.
"You're the one who wanted to move here and so I said, 'Yes,
little brother. Let me fulfill your wishes and needs. It is my duty
as an elder brother."
"I never said that."
"You were always saying that."
"Back up. That was before the accident and it was just talk."
"Man, you did not make any objections. We sold off their things
and there wasn't one objection from any of you.
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