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When the others return with drinks, Tweety gets up and goes to the bar alone.
“I think there might be some kind of confusion with Tweety,” Mike says.
“Not your fault,” says Burton. “Language problem. It’ll get sorted.”
Bridget follows Tweety, and Mike tries not to watch. Between them and the girl on the motorcycle, Mike is afraid he wants to fuck every woman he meets in Bangkok. Afraid of what, though? He wasn’t afraid to fuck Jane. Burton lights a cigarette and offers him the pack.
“I think Tweety thought I wanted to hire her for the night,” Mike says.
“Well that’s what you did,” Burton chuckles.
“You know what I mean.”
“It’s not that complicated. Bridget will explain to her.”
“That’s what she’s doing now?”
“It’s happened before.”
Mike thinks about this. “It wasn’t even me,” he says. “It was Bridget.”
“I know,” says Burton.
Paul gets up shaking his head and follows Bridget. Mike wants to ask Burton if Paul has slept with Tweety. Instead he says he doesn’t want to piss Paul off.
“What does that mean?” asks Burton levelly and finishes his drink. “Paul’s just pissed about the police. I’m telling you, this will all get sorted.”
Mike isn’t so sure, but then all of them are back at the table and Tweety is laughing and smiling at him. She and Bridget have been to the bathroom. Like high school, thinks Mike.
The plan now is to go to Burton’s place and smoke some hash, come down from the night’s craziness. And Tweety is coming. Paul and Bridget insist, as if this were a normal thing. Mike doesn’t participate in the inviting and neither does Burton, although it’s his house, and his hash they are planning to smoke.
40
At Burton’s house, they sit on the terrace and pass around a pipe. Tweety is very quiet at first but talks more after she smokes, which makes everyone happy. They all ask her questions, and Tweety tells about how she lives in Khlong Toei and sends money home to her family in the north. She talks about her younger brother working in the city too. He just bought a new motorcycle and this is a big deal. Their village is small and very poor, very remote. She says she understands why the government is killing all the drug users, but Tweety doesn’t agree with this. She uses the term “excessive force” like a new appliance she doesn’t want to break.
Mike asks Tweety if she has ever taken yaa baa. She laughs, very high. “Only take it once,” she says. “Made me want to kill a farang.”
“Who?” asks Mike as a joke, and then realizes his question has made everyone else uneasy.