She don t speak Malay. And English, illaaah-English, is so so hard, first thing in the morning. I know she ll go. And so we go. No Mrs. Auntie said.
Immigrants re that way.
And so we went, my Baby and me. We saw Old Tiger Tzar, pace. A Chimp family lounged watching us, while we slouched, watching them separated only by two thick inches of tempered glass and four twisted chromosomes. Close relations, we are. He scratched his brown cheek.