AT THIS TAVERN
Our friend runs to hide when he sees her approaching, almost knocking over the Hennessey he just bought.
She gathers her breath before she greets us and asks: Where is Thami? Have you guys seen him?
Our loyalty answers: No. Not today.
The frustration is clear on her face:
Eish, OK.
Please tell him I came looking for him here.
He's not answering my calls.
It's about his son.
He has nothing to eat.
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