It was one he
had invited upon himself. He'd sleep with the others as well if it
would make them kinder to him-so vehement was his need for their love.
How horrible it was to meet this rich avuncular stranger, he thought
to himself. It would be horrible enough meeting a bag lady with a face
that looked like a raccoon and an aching in his raw bottom. He put on
his sunglasses.
In an odd way for him it was like traveling on a poor man's cattle
train back to the town from whence an exodus from the rice fields had
occurred. No poor man would want to return to his farm and admit that
he couldn't obtain employment in Bangkok and no one with any real
self-esteem wanted to link again to a wealthy man who, for good reason,
had been reluctant to have any association with his ex-nephews-in-law.
His father had tried countless times to get money from the senator.
His mother had been subtler and more industrious. She got a campaign
drive active in her neighborhood to do her little part in trying to get
him reelected. The senator never forgot such hard working activists
and always remembered her birthday with a gift.
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