Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Kyonggi-do Twins of Bucheon

The man in the hat awoke to a Nile brown sky, the morning air thick with bluebottles and winged gnats. A cigarette left smoldering filled the lean-to with a croupade of gray-blue smoke, his eyes squinting to see beyond the pale. Awaking in a fug the man in the hat began his day as he usually did, with little effort and slowness of wit, his thoughts on extinguishing the smoldering cigarette, pounding it into the billycan, ash to ash, then preparing a simple breakfast which he ate from the comfort of his cot, spooning mouthfuls of gruel and cream into the trap of his mouth, the room abuzz with bluebottles and winged devils.

That morning he was to meet with the rector Rezekne to discuss to whom should go the job of repairing the roof in the sanctuary: the dogmen, who no one in their right mind could trust, or the Vaslui twins, known far and wide for their skill at roofing and taxonomy. The Kyonggi-do twins from Bucheon, though good hands at tiling and retarring, spoke very little English, and what English they did speak was pigeon and illogical. Today was the day that Dejesus was due back in town with news of the Feast of Don Sebastián and Morelos Yautepec Morelos, who’s booth was two booths down from Fernando De La Mora, known for her mouth-watering Lisboa Cod and savory mincemeat pies. Ships Day 1957 Morelos Yautepec Morelos set up her booth in the town square in front of the Waymart, where she sold lo puede salsa tomar ne diabético, par sirve para bajar de peso and flatbread sandwiches, making a fuss over the man in the hat and a dog with a crushed snout.

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