accent. Thought we were British, right?â
âI did,â I said. âYou got me.â
âWe donât want the wrong people to know weâre Americans!â
Bob came up and rubbed his pink sea-anemone mouth. âWe can tell youâre not the wrong sort of people. Did I really fool you?â
I nodded and smiled. If I played along, theyâd buy more. âYes, I fell for it completely. It was perfect.â
The other two guys gathered around. They looked like retired copsâwalking around with guarded casualness. A surprisingly high number of American tourists are ex-police. I guess the word was out among them that Taipei was a great vacation place that was seemingly crime-free. What they donât know wonât hurt them.
âWait a second, hold on now,â said Bob. âAre you an American? Your English is just a little too good.â
I crossed my arms and smiled. âI went to college in the States,â I said, not mentioning that I never finished. âYouâre Bob, right? Please call me Johnny.â I shook hands with him. He had to buy something from me now. You canât not buy something from someone whose name you know. I made sure to introduce myself to each of them.
âWhat have we got here?â the ex-cop named Jeff said to himself as he cast a critical eye upon my award-winning skewers. âHow about that one? What the heck is it?â
âYou donât want that one,â I said. âI think you better go with something safer. Itâs too Taiwanese for you.â That would challenge their manhoods.
âJeff is tougher than he looks,â said Bob. âThis manâs seen murder victims.â
I raised an eyebrow and threw out a challenge. âWell, Jeff, do you think you can handle pig uterus? If thatâs too much for you, the chicken uterus is just to the left.â
Jeff sucked in his lips and opened his eyes wide. âIâm not even sure what the uterus does,â he said with a nervous smile. âHow about, you know, a straight-up beef or chicken thing?â
I reached over the counter and touched his shoulder. âIâve got you covered, Jeff. Weâve got satay-style chicken and beef.â I called out in Taiwanese for Mei-ling to bring over the goods from the main grill in the back that was manned by Dwayne.
All four men immediately evaluated Mei-lingâs teenage cleavage as she transferred a tray of skewers to the front grill.
âI didnât know,â said Bob, âthat Taiwanese women were so alluring.â
I shrugged. âI donât think of her like that,â I said. âFor one thing, sheâs my cousin, and sheâs sixteen.â Three of the men shoved their hands in their shorts pockets while Jeff let out a low whistle. I didnât know what the age of consent was in the US but it sure wasnât sixteen, which was Taiwanâs. âSay hello to the customers, Mei-ling,â I said in English.
âHello,â she said. Like most Taiwanese, she sounded nice and innocent when she spoke English. I pointed out the intestine skewers to the men.
âMei-ling made these herself. Itâs only her first day but I think she did a pretty good job. Should I add these to your order?â
âOh, yeah, we want to support Mei-ling,â said Bob.
âSure thing,â said Jeff. I loaded them up with skewers and even threw in a small bag of sausages. Mei-ling thanked each of the men. They looked at her wistfully as they left.
âI should have told them I was a singer,â Mei-ling said. âThey would have bought my songs!â
âThey wouldnât get your kind of music,â I said.
She pouted. âThey wouldâve bought it just because Iâm cute. I could tell.â
I couldnât argue with her. They had gone for her hideously asymmetrical (by my standards) skewers, which Iâm sure they wouldnât have the guts to eat.
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