Date: 2010-09-21 02:45 pm (UTC)
He laughs when I mention Parras. He has a very fine laugh, I think, deep and loud and unashamed. It is the sort of laugh that one cannot help smiling to hear. "I ain't suah that's how I'd describe her. But I like Parras alright."

But that laugh fades when I apologize to him. "Now, don't you take on. Was you out throwing rocks? I'm guessing not. You ain't responsible for how othah people think. Now if you was the mayor, I'd take your apology an' ask for compensation," he smiles at me, and I am startled both by how my heart flutters in my breast, and at the sudden thought that I would not minding giving my "compensation" to this man. Not at all. "But you ain't. We'ah alright. People are shook up, as you'd expect."

"Yes," I nod, and then hesitate before inquiring further, but I have made friends in the Carnival and I am concerned. And I find that I wish to continue speaking with this man. I do not want him to go. "Has it been very hard, staying through the winter?"
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