girl,â said Dwayne. âSheâll be fine.â
âThereâs not too much going on right now,â Frankie called out. âBe another hour before things start swinging.â
Mei-ling shifted her weight to her right leg. âDo you want me to help with anything?â she asked.
âIâm just going to make about a thousand skewers,â I said. âItâs pretty boring work.â
âI want to try it! Iâve never really cooked anything.â
âI donât know about this. You could cut yourself.â
âLet her give it a shot, Jing-nan,â said Dwayne. âAre you afraid sheâll be better at it than you?â
âIâm afraid sheâll stab her finger, get an infection and then lose her entire arm after gangrene sets in,â I said. Everybody laughed. âAll right, young lady, if you want to try this, wash your hands first at the sink. Use lots of soap.â
When she was done, I gave her a stack of bamboo skewers and a bowl of pig intestines.
âFrankieâs already done the hard part,â I said. âHeâs cut them down and washed them out thoroughly. Dwayneâs sliced and marinated them.â I reached in and grabbed a strip dripping with sauce. âYou want to take these, squeeze them off but not all the way. Roll âem up like a sock and then stick it through with this.â
I was distracted by narrating what I was doing, as the process was intuitive to me after all this time. Talking about it was making me consciously think about what I was doing. A skier wouldnât say out loud what muscles were doing what while slaloming. When I scratched myself by accident, I played off the pain with a flourish of my fingers. âYep, the skewers are nice and sharp!â
Mei-ling cringed. âYour fingers must be tough from this job. I would be bleeding if I did that.â
âThen donât. So, put four on a skewer and youâre done,â I concluded. âPretty basic stuff.â
âWhy four? Thereâs room for more.â
âItâs a dirty trick,â said Dwayne. âHe always wants the skewers to have four chunks each because he wants people to buy two in order to get that lucky number.â The word for âeightâ in Mandarin sounds like âwealth,â so the superstitious Taiwanese buy things in eights, and get phone numbers and license plates that include as many eights as possible. It also helps me that four is considered an unlucky number.
âYou should put five on a skewer,â said Mei-ling. âTheyâll fit and thatâs a lucky number, too.â
Frankie called out over his plastic tub of organs, âWhy sell five when you can sell eight?â
Mei-ling nodded as she stabbed another rolled-up intestine. âI think Iâm starting to understand the night-market culture,â she said. âYouâre all a bunch of scammers!â
It was fun showing Mei-ling what to do. Her presence added a soft note to the usual roughhouse idiocy that Dwayne and I could degenerate into.
Foot traffic picked up around 5:30 and I stood at the front of Unknown Pleasures, surveying the crowd and listening carefully. I heard a group of men speaking English, of the English-accent variety. I stepped out into the crowd and spied a group of four middle-aged white guys, a little out of shape but cheerful.
They had no idea what to do with their money, so naturally they needed my help.
âYou lot!â I called to them, using the expression for the plural third person that I learned from the chorus of The Clash song âMagnificent Seven.â âCome over here!â
The men burst out laughingâa common reaction to hearing fluent English spokenâand ambled over. A guy with wispy dried-garlic-root hair wearing a Hawaiian shirt was the first to reach me.
âHaw haw,â he laughed in a decidedly American way. âYou fell for Bobâs fake
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