Chapter 4 · free to read
Left knee, twenty-two years old. Right knee, the same twenty-two years, and a photograph of somebody's grandfather.
A hundred and eighty thousand baht. The camp took eleven thousand at the gate last year and spent nine of it on rice, tape and electricity.
Thirty-two years he kept it on a nail above the shrine and never once mentioned it. The dealer gave him ninety-one thousand and made him wait forty minutes for it.
In the corner of that shrine there was a rusted nail with a pale rectangle of clean wall under it where a belt had hung for thirty-two years.
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