7. Arnotine Ferucand (7...
“Oh, now you’re in trouble,” roared the woman rubbing her blubbery jaw. “I’m gonna tell on you.” She settled herself onto the bed, which sagged wearily beneath her. “Turn on the air conditioning,” she ordered. “It’s hot in here.” It was 2:45 p.m. Ryu had already telephoned his Japanese...
7. Arnotine Ferucand (6...
He had booked a room on the third and top floor of the balconied and turreted building and this, in light of the weight of his guest, proved to be a significant error. Not as large an error, however, as getting into a rickety old elevator with a 500-plus-pound woman. The elevator,...
7. Arnotine Ferucand (5...
The hotel was located on the corner of Rue Pinchinat and Rue Lamarre just next to Place St. Pierre in the slightly upscale suburb of Pétionville. The large woman by now smelled far worse than before and, upon entering the hotel, took to making antics and carrying on. The hotel clerk,...
7. Arnotine Ferucand (4...
The drive back to Port-au-Prince was repugnant. It was almost impossible to get the large woman into the car. Upon seeing her, the translator had crossed himself once, crossed himself again, and deserted at the first opportunity, leaving Ryu alone with the human hippopotamus for the...
7. Arnotine Ferucand (3...
“Yes,” said the large woman, poking at the body with her surprisingly tiny foot, “that is Arnotine. Ah, Ryu,” she continued in Creole, “you are disappointed, eh, and maybe a little confused?” “You speak Japanese,” Ryu reminded, hoping to persuade her into his language. “Sometimes, when I...