They
went by taxi with the idea of picking up Suthep along the way. Kazem
waited in the taxi while Jatupon knocked on Suthep's door. Jatupon
knocked, stood, and waited repeatedly for five or ten minutes without
success. Then he began to return to the taxi looking down and
scrapping his feet against dirt and rocks like a child preferring to be
left alone in his imagination.
But when he returned the taxi had turned into a limousine like a
pumpkin into a carriage. He wondered if he was hallucinating once
again. Then standing there like a diffident and disconcerted child in
total confusion, he noticed the window descending for him and out poked
the head of the fetid one but his hair was cut, greased back, and
nicely groomed, his face was shaven, and the cologne or aftershave
lotion that he was wearing had molecules that poignantly bit into
Jatupon's psyche favorably. Here was a dark but handsome man. He
never knew him, before, to be such. "Get in you little Monkey--up
front with the driver." When Jatupon was seated comfortably in softness
and space he glanced back at his three brothers who reclined in an
opulent shadow.
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