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smile, lips, regular nose and most beautiful eyes, sweet and full
of tenderness, subdued eyebrows and esthetically beautiful chin.
But why he thought of her so intensely?
He walked back into the mausoleum and his steps led him
to the eating area. The kids weren’t due for a while yet but he
walked to the kitchen to get a coffee when he found George the
Cretan cook arguing with the other cook a Canadian man named
Tyson, a man in his mid-thirties with blonde hair and strong built
body.
“You thoughtless beast, when we the Cretans created civilizations,
three thousand years ago, you the Anglos still existed in
the form of specs in the testicles of the monkeys and the bears,”
George was saying and his loud voice, rebellious and truly argumentative,
reverberated all across the kitchen area.
Tyson shook his head in disbelief of what he was hearing
and this gave George more ammunition to carry on with the
onslaught.
“Yes you spineless Anglos, when we the immigrants came
to this land we found you on the trees where you dwelt with
the apes and we took you down and made humans of you, what
do say to this?” he provoked the other cook who remained quiet
and getting busy with his things he turned his back to George.
“What is it George?” Anton asked amazed at what he was
hearing.
“Ask this animal who only knows how to make fun of the
way I speak.”
“What you mean?”
“My accent, you know…”
“I see; I’d sympathise George, I have my dad at home who
complains about the same thing, you know with his co-workers
at the CP Rail yard.”
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