194. To Penang
The person sitting in the sofa put the cigarette aside and yelled:
- Hiiiiiii!
- Hello? said Peter.
- Peter daaaaaaarling!
- Do I know you?
- You forget me already daaaaaaaarling? Now I broken heart!
The tall ladyboy ran forward and hugged Peter and kissed him on both cheeks. She then turned to Robert and wai’ed him.
- I am sorry, said Peter. – But I don’t remember having met you.
- I am Lucy! said the ladyboy.
- Lucy?
- Lucy! I Alcazar superstar! I super famous celebrity!
- Lucy! Is that you? Sorry I didn’t recognise you. Where is Bia?
- Bia not here.
- Where is he?
- Him go out.
- Has he been in Pattaya with you?
- Of course! We super good friend. I love him. Him speak about you too much. Peter Peter Peter! Only Peter!
- You have met her in Pattaya? asked Robert.
- Only briefly, said Peter.
- Oh I remember, said Lucy. – When you go Alcazar every ladyboy horny you!
- Really? said Peter.
- It sounds like you made an impression on them, said Robert.
- I was in the dressing room to get Bia back. He was lurking there with this… um… lady here.
- I always wanted to have friends in high places, said Robert.
- But Lucy, said Peter. – Where did Bia go? I want to talk to him.
- Not stay.
- What?
- Him angry you.
- Still angry? But he is home again. That’s something.
- Mister Peter, said Lucy. – Bia not go Bangkok.
- What do you mean? Is he in Pattaya?
- Him stay room me Pattaya. I stay room him Bangkok. Same same. Ha ha ha!
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Larson was unusually quiet for the rest of the flight. He and Duff tried not to attract any more stares from the cabin crew and the other passengers, and they didn’t want to hear what was being said about them either.
- We are approaching Penang, said Duff. – What a lovely green landscape.
- Is it? said Larson.
- Oh you have closed you eyes to enjoy the engine sound? Sorry. But please don’t molest my arm again, will you?
- It was subconscious. Subconscious acts don’t hold up in court.
- I have marks from your fingernails.
- You are exaggerating to make me feel guilty.
- Be quiet and think about Malay boys.
- A good idea. Are they like Thai boys?
- Quite similar. But they are Muslims so they don’t have… you know….
- That’s a shame. Thai boys keep it.
- I don’t have mine.
- In Sweden we say if it isn’t broken don’t remove it.
- I wonder if I can get up close with the locals, said Duff.
- I will, said Larson.
- Want to bet? The one who scores first gets the prize.
- I am in. What is the prize?
- A free ticket to The Babylon?
- Deal!
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