5 Michael and Silver waited on the porch for Dashan. "Ele, did Susamma go home?" Michael greeted Dasan jokingly. Silver looked at Dasana with one eye with immense longing. "Don't get caught!" Dasan laughed. The three of them went inside. They sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the mat. Plates of red samba rice porridge, bowls of yellow tuber joint, scalloped sauerkraut, old fish broth - finally a lot of earthenware frying pans.
Mary placed a tall glass thimble in front of each one. She filled each tambourine with a copper toast. Dasan was the first of his senior to be determined and reached out his hand and picked up a tambourine. He put his thumbs in his mouth as he looked sideways at his companions and drank in one breath before Mary filled the thighs before he could put them down.
Wiping his wet black lip with his hand, Mickel kneaded the whole porridge from his plate and rolled it into a large ball that he could handle. His youngest son, Vincent, ran inside. Mick all over his body. Dirt in his half-tied wet knickers. Michael held a ball of rice in his outstretched hand. Vincent knelt down. He crushed the ovens and removed the thorns. He put the flesh in his mouth. Mary stuffed the tamales. Ruben entered the house. He had failed in business today. Dasan him Ruben turned the other way with a sour grin.
He took off his shirt and hung it on a nail on the wall. Sat in the chair. "People, did you eat rice?" "Mary came to him with a fond request. She sat down with her hands on the table and looked at him. He was in her likeness. Flower-like face. Mustache protruding like charcoal on top. Long neck. Putting aside her son's curly hair with her hands." "She begged." "Ruben looked at Das with disgust." I ate at the store. '' Dasan put Tamlar down. He wiped his mouth with his hand. "Come to the sea one day with one club shop meal, pop!" He challenged to sound indifferent. "Why should I come to the Onga Sea?" Ruben asked in a hoarse voice. Michael is angry. He put the fish in his hand and ate it.
He looked at his son with disgust. "Whoa!" He spat the fish thorn loudly to the ground. Dasan looked at him proudly and left and told his son. If the sea knew where he was in Thailand, there would be fish in that place! Hmmm, maybe one day come and go, tremble to touch! "" Say so! I will be back to sea next year! '' Vincent showed his big front teeth.
