Kumpee grabbed Jatupon's head, yanked off the glasses, and twisted
the face so that Suthep could see it. "A regular raccoon, that one is.
"No, even a raccoon is lighter than that. Maybe it's like watching a
raccoon after he and a bear have been going at it: the bear with a
television in his paws and the raccoon cowering near his puddle of
blood. Thai boxing doesn't get as exciting as what I saw. I just
regret not having been there for the whole show."
"Stop it!" ordered Kazem.
"Does he always give orders like that?" asked Kumpee to Suthep.
Then to Kazem he said, "Hey, remember that I am the oldest one here.
Could you say that in a more pleasant tone?"
"I would like for you to stop picking on him. Look at him up
there." Jatupon's eyes were withdrawn and his head was slightly tilted
to the dashboard.
"Here are your glasses," said Kumpee as he stood and bent forward
with effort to give them back. His hand disheveled Jatupon's unkempt
hair even further. "You need to comb that mop."
Arrows of the past, mostly from his father and Kumpee, shot out of
the neurological circuitry of his brain paralyzing him in a numb
withdrawal of survival.
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