Chapter 21

“I’m going to drink poison!” I shouted, hoping he could still hear me.

“Go ahead!” came a muffled reply.

“Good,” said Moshi, grabbing a washcloth and wiping my tears with it. “The fighting has started already. It will be a good marriage. Is it like this in your country, Jagar?”

The other steward replied, “Oh yes, plus the beatings. You can always tell it will be a long marriage if the beatings start right away.”

“Does he beat you yet?” Moshi asked, all concerned. “Did he hurt your foot? That’s not the usual place to start.”

“In my country,” Jagar said, trying to make the bed up fresh, “It depends on which foot it is that is injured. And how far up the ass it has been crammed!” With this he broke into a fit of giggles, complete with snorts.

These two guys were cracking me up and making me feel better at the same time. “I shouldn’t have reacted to him like I did. Maybe he was right.”