"It hasn't been rent free for a long
time. We get billed from the father of your Chinese bitch and we pay
the money like responsible tenants-bank transfers."
"She was a bitch," said Kumpee pensively. He became preoccupied
with this self-absorbed thought. "And her father just couldn't warm up
to what could have been his son in law. I'm seeing her sister now."
Then he stared at Kazem with a specific intent. "Just remember the
appointment and that you need to be punctual. Since you need some
time away I'll look after the little one." Jatupon mumbled a response.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"No, come on. What did you say?"
"I don't need you. I hate you worse than I hate him," said
Jatupon. Kumpee laughed and then all of them were taciturn for a
minute. Kazem folded some clothes and put them in a bag. Kumpee got a
bottle of coca cola from a carton in the corner and pulled off the
bottle top by wedging it like a lever between the drawer of a cabinet
and its handle. He drank slowly savoring every sip.
"Maybe that attitude toward older brothers is what has caused your
head to be kicked around like a football," said Kumpee after Kazem
left the apartment and he heard the door shut.
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