Darts man Jamal helloing from ten metres, before coming up to the teh counter. The champ had once beaten the world champ, or former world champ, at an informal tournament somewhere in the region. At the counter Jamal told of a fellow player met a week or two ago, just yesterday or the day before reported dead. Strained/pained visage from the tall Malay, standing close and delivering soto voce like a secret in confidence. Busy morn at Mr TT, a long queue at the counter. Christmas tomorrow. Who doesn’t want to celebrate? asked Jamal. One man and his family was now counted out. (Seemed the deceased may have possibly been Christian.) The man hadn’t ever called around to these parts; he stayed somewhere Jam couldn’t recall. Jamal himself might have had only a very passing acquaintance with the fellow. Having offloaded some little part, Jamal returned to the front veranda seeking a place at the tables where his circle congregated. At a loose end this last week and more with his plant closed.
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