““But . . . but they never stole anything from me before. Isn’t it a terrible coincidence that . . .” I held out my other hand with a collection of rings, bracelets, keys and bottle caps. They smelled so badly I couldn’t wait to wash my hands. Melissa’s mouth dropped open. “My rings! Oh my Heavens! I haven’t seen these for . . . for over thirty years!” She stared at me as if I had performed a magic trick. “I need to wash my hands.” “Of course. Come into the kitchen, please.” ... I followed her inside, dropped the junk into a bowl she put on the counter then started washing my hands. I scrubbed them hard with soap. The monkeys’ loot was really stinky. “Will you apologize to Radji?” If she didn’t, we wouldn’t stay. I didn’t feel like staying anyway. “Of course I will.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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