183. Big burgers
Bia had a half-eaten hamburger on the table. Since he was not paying he had ordered a triple Whopper and it was too big for him. When Bia saw Peter and Duff arrive he picked up the burger again and pretended to eat it, as if he was hoping he could hide his face behind the food.
- What are you doing? asked Peter sharply when the two farangs came to the table where Bia and his companion sat.
- Eat, said Bia without looking at Peter.
- Are these your friends? asked Bia’s companion.
- No, said Bia.
- Is this a friend of yours? asked Peter.
- Yes, said Bia.
- I know him, said Duff.
- You look familiar, said the farang. He had also ordered a triple Whopper but unlike Bia he had no difficulties eating it.
- We have met, said Duff coldly.
- Are you a friend of that crazy Swedish guy? Olson or Anderson or something?
- Larson. And he is not crazy, said Duff.
- Is crazy, said Bia.
Since nobody had invited Duff and Peter to sit they remained standing.
- Peter. Get Bia out of here, said Duff. – This is not suitable company for him.
- You know him? asked Peter.
- He is the one Larson keeps talking about.
- Who? That bar owner? Dietmar?
- That’s me, said Dietmar. – Nobody thinks I am suitable company but when they are horny and want a boy I am good enough.
- Bia is not for you, said Peter.
- Take it easy, said Dietmar. – We are just sharing a meal here.
- Him my friend, said Bia.
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