Mosquitoes 1 and 2 changed angles, this time looking into each other’s left eyes. They were mesmerized in each other’s beings and their wings flickered from the internal fire of passively intellectualizing life’s energetic insignificance. Then they looked away from each other and breathed deeply before once again looking at each other face to face with less intensity.
—Wouldn’t you say that the older brother, Kazem, possessed a lot of effrontery to go to the speaker on the brick wall connecting to a gate, push the button, and talk so glibly? Could a clarification be gained on how it is that he could have acquired that entrance?
—It could. Such an individual gained entrance by stating that his mother, prior to her death, had prepared a gift for her brother-in-law in celebration of the Songkran Thai New Year’s festival
—And what gift did he present to the man as they drank tea and coffee?
—He presented to the man a Buddhist necklace his mother had given to his father.
—And the politician took it?
—Not immediately. He of course resisted; but Kazem argued persuasively that it had been intended for him. It looked new, although the politician wasn’t under much of an illusion that it was. Still, in case it was a gift from the dead, he couldn’t really refuse it. That would have hurt the brothers and the memory of the woman.
—And as the brothers drink beer together, do the younger ones notice that this somewhat expensive trinket that Kazem had heretofore claimed as his own and had worn around his neck is now missing.
—The more perceptive one called Jatupon notices this and infers that he really did give a gift to the senator and it was probably the necklace.
—They do play their games of trying to affect future outcomes. They’d be better being as insentient as cows. The youngest should drink his beer and be happy to be with the big boys engaging in the naughtiness of illegal alcohol consumption. Instead he seems worried.