The candle is lit. The mattresses are out in the verandah. The rum is clear and sweet.
Kaptaan prepares for an encore.
‘And then there were eighteen’.
He begins.
Tonight might be the night he gets his rightful audience. He looks calm yet misplaced. It must be difficult wearing those shoes. Creating beauty out of nothing can be a daunting task.
‘It’s crazy. To think I said yes to this monster. By the end of it, I might even’…
‘People say I am mad. I don’t know. People just say it’.
Big Tony interrupts.
He has a few things he likes to say and he says those things repeatedly. That’s his thing. He does that till dinner is served. Oh, and at dinner, he eats like there’s no tomorrow. That man can eat his way out of anything.
The speech loses its audience again.
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