Chapter Twenty-Three
The Raffle
One person’s junk is another person’s raffle prize.
Lumpy, mid chat, had captured Charlie a second time and was in full swing about how they make a barbecue in Bangladesh out of bedsprings. Charlie’s imagination was almost caught.
Tenzam, by the doughnuts with Kamal, looked embarrassed. “It was not bedsprings, it was the back of the fridge,” he said. “And it was just the once.”
“And when they eat,” continued Lumpy, “they use their hands. Of all the food you would eat with your hands, why choose rice? And yet I have never seen a cleaner plate than Tenzam’s.”
Charlie’s attention waned.
“It’s an incredible sight. They pressed the rice into a ball…”
Charlie began to reverse his chair.
“…apparently it tastes better that way,” shouted Lumpy at his back.
