What could I have said to
anyone? I was hated. You said so yourself. I wasn't going to make it
worse by humiliating myself that way. They wouldn't have believed me;
and they wouldn't have wanted to think about something so disgusting.
Anyhow, Kazem always had me swear that I'd keep it secret and he is the
only one who has really cared about me-as much as people care about
others. Maybe not so much." He became taciturn.
"Quiet!" said the mosquito belatedly. "I hear something." It
paused and looked through the small window of the basement apartment.
"Oh, it is your mother driving up now."
"She doesn't drive. She doesn't own a car."
"She does now." Jatupon remembered that she always did buy
lottery tickets that mendicants sold from wooden attach? cases hung
around their chests. "I thought she didn't have the chance of a
snowball in hell of winning" commented the mosquito. "Anyhow, here she
is and it is grocery day. You need to help her bring in the bags."
It was raining but he nonetheless heard the car. He sauntered out
of the kitchen of the river cabin as the screen door sprang back behind
him.
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