Chapter 17 sixteen gilbert

I wasn't worried at the time.It was just white GIs coming to town.I might also have wondered if their gait was due to drunkenness, or just the American arrogance that all the Confederates have come to appreciate. Hey you! I? Yes, that's you.Don't you know how to salute the officer?His friend took his hand and tried to calm down, giggling like a goofy schoolgirl, and I couldn't believe it was a serious question. I don't know you, sir. I am your officer.He told me that the insignia on his arm indicated that he was nothing more than a soldier serving in the U.S. Army.Maybe I can't give him a kick, but that's all the respect I deserve.

Salute sir. screw you!I said, keep going. The one who couldn't stop laughing called me from behind, yelling, Get out of the way, nigga. I turned to face them again, but they just walked away, strutting and having other fun. Just then, I heard a female voice calling for airmen in the breeze.And I know it's her.It wasn't until she called my name, though, until I was sure she remembered me as Gilbert, that I turned to face the street where she stood.The sun is behind her, Queenie.The thin silhouette of Bly's legs played out like a porn film in a thin skirt.She waved to me as if we were old acquaintances, not realizing it was an intimate gesture.The hateful U.S. military was instantly thrown out of the sky.My God, I thought to myself, my fate has changed at this moment!

Gilbert, have you met Arthur?Panting, she came briskly towards me from the street, charming. Don't tell me you let him get away again. It's not funny, Gilbert. However, you were too careless with this man.Ever since I asked Aunt May if she had ever been kissed, she hadn't stared at me with such a blank and ignorant expression.I'm taking it too far.God, I'm losing my charm. You guys are really thick-skinned.she says.However, what made me feel relieved was the playful look in her eyes when she answered, instead of hitting me on the head like Aunt May. You need rope. You're right, I can tie him up with a rope.

Such a beautiful woman would not do such a thing. There was a slight blush on her neck when she spoke: Don't do this with me. So how did you lose him this time? It's not the same. I've only seen Queenie.It doesn't mean much to me that Bligh and her father-in-law are still not the same.However, the degree of familiarity represented by this sentence made me feel very comfortable, so I stopped asking.he will be back. He is grinding my patience. Maybe he'll bring someone home to drink tea with you.Queenie looked so upset that I had to say: Just kidding. If it was funny, I would have laughed.Hateful bastard.

who?me? It's not you it's him.Her face was no longer tense, and her worry suddenly turned into a cute look. Seeing that your father-in-law let us touch each other again, can I buy you tea? do you have tea in your pocket No, but it would be my honor to accompany you to the tea house. You're joking, Gilbert. joking?Tell you, Mrs. Bligh, if I'm joking, I promise I'm already. I swear I can still feel the touch of Queenie's fingertips on my arm the afternoon we first met.We sat in her mother's kitchen, and she made me a cup of milk tea.I took the tea from her gratefully, and declined the sugar she offered me, even though everyone knew unsweetened milk tea was disgusting.She then brought me a large, mouth-watering, crispy pork patty.Even though my drool was as obvious as a dog who sees a bone, I still refused the meal.Why?Because Sergeant Byster taught me and his colonial troops: Due to the food shortage and rationing in the UK, if you are invited to someone’s home for a meal, you should politely answer with no, thank you, or use it as an excuse .Staff Sergeant's Analysis: They don't give precious food to people like you, so just pretend you don't need it.

no thanks.I have already eaten. you sure?Queenie asked me. I then asked: Is this pork pie a British delicacy? There was another burst of unexplained laughter.The uplifting voice brightened up every corner of the monotonous and gloomy room in an instant. Well, I guess we're the only ones stupid enough to eat pork pie, you mean? I hope I didn't show too much envy when I watched her take her first bite.Still, the beautiful woman smiled as she chewed on the pork pie.Just then, she placed her hand lightly on my arm.Big mischievous blue eyes looked me straight in the eye and said: A word of advice, Airman Gilbert.Never play politely in a butcher's house.Eat as much as you like.Oh, she was charming that afternoon.Regardless of what Staff Sergeant Baist said, I can only surrender now.

If I saw them before I walked into that little tea house, then I might find a reason to sit inside for Queenie's sake.But I didn't notice them until I had just seated Queenie and walked to my own.Three white GIs.Queenie joked loudly to me as I sat down: You're a real gentleman, Airman.She took off the cardigan and put it on the back of the chair.As I expected, the three GIs noticed us.One pushed the other's arm and pointed his head in our direction, while the third stared at me with determined eyes without blinking.Queenie turned her back to them, unaware of their curious eyes.Without knowing it, she started looking at the menu.I dare say the scrambled eggs here are not real eggs.I knew the fear would show on my face, so I looked back at them blankly.

Everyone who fights a war has a hatred in his heart and can make up a long list of demons.enemy.The number one enemy of most British soldiers was the Nazi army who hated British soldiers.The Nazis would of course be delighted to see British soldiers blown out of their heads.But from that first experience of uncomfortable hospitality on a US military base in Virginia, to now this proud hatred is forced from the other side of the room, in front of people of color who have the audacity to sit with a white woman. After roaring, I gradually learned to despise white American soldiers.They are the army that hates me the most!Contrary to the arty atmosphere of the dreary teahouse, the three disgruntled GIs twitched with hostility, like snipers taking aim at a surefire target.The grey-haired old woman put her teacup on the saucer with slightly trembling hands, knocked the bell, the tableware collided with the flower-painted plate, the trickle of tea poured, and the abruptly silent conversation after taking a sip revolved around these poor people. American soldiers, they saw a nigger sitting upright, and they were so angry that they wanted to kill.If defeating hate is what war is about, let's face it: I and other soldiers of color are fighting this war on a different front.

Would you like something?I deliberately asked Queenie with a raised voice. I don't mind having one. Why do you have to beat around the bush like this.I argued, why would the British use these don't minds instead of a simple good?To confuse us Jamaicans? Well, I didn't think about the question, I just blurted it out.I say that all the time, don't mind it.However, since you mentioned Queenie didn't know that our polite conversation made the GIs clench their fists.One of them whispered a word urgently into his friend's ear, the other smoked a cigarette and pursed his lips like a smaller Humphrey Bogart. The sensuality, with inarticulate dialogue, is representative of "North African Spy". ], hold the cigarette with thumb and finger, and spit the smoke in our direction.

For some reason, the stinky waitress was posing with a menu and a pen.Her eyes wandered around, but she didn't look at us.Regardless of whether we ordered afternoon tea cakes, toast, muffins, pancakes, pancakes, we all said: no more. What, is it all broken?I asked. no.She raised her eyebrows lazily, Sold out, we don't have any in store. I thought something gone meant that it was expired and broken. Well, that's right.But we say no here, that is, it is not on the menu. But it is written here. It was written, but gone. I looked at Queenie who was covering her mouth and giggling.So, Queenie, would you like some tea?

I wouldn't mind some tea, Gilbert.She began to laugh, and the poor old women jumped up when they heard it. At this moment, the American soldiers stared at us intently, as if they had to pass our exam. The waitress said: We have stone bread. One of the GIs had thick black curly hair!Dude, don't dig up your own family history, this white kid, who knows what weird things he might find? Oh, thanks, can I order two more stone breads then?Please. She wrote on a note and said to me: Only one left. Then just one, for this lady, thank you. The third GI was an ugly villain who looked like God had made up his face in the dark: nose slumped to one side, eyes too close together.Maybe a boxer. Queenie was talking about her father-in-law.We're going back to London and try our luck.He annoys my dad, you know how he is.My dad couldn't stand it and said he acted like a little girl. The stone loaf fell with a loud bang onto Queenie's plate.Listen, I thought it was American soldiers throwing grenades.Queenie took the bread and twirled it in the air, leaning towards me and muttering loudly: How could this bread be reduced to this point?An American soldier got up from his seat and was immediately grabbed by his brother. I motioned for Queenie to lean towards me again.I can feel the strands of her hair under my chin, the warm breath on my cheek.I said, do we dare to eat, sat back and looked directly at the three people.God, they're puffing like beasts and running around in this cage looking for justice.Two gendarmes passed by the window, and the ugly man gestured to the other two.We sipped our tea quietly while they continued their furtive chat. The name is a stone, and the fruit is really like a stone.Queenie said that she wanted to cut the pastry into an easy-to-eat size. Tell me, is this stone bread a British delicacy? Well, for someone as dumb as me.Come on, there's a war out there.The blond beauty dipped the biscuits into tea to soften as she spoke, then reached out to offer me a bite.And she has never realized that her every move, every gesture to me, every friendly word, and now letting a black man take a bite of food from her hand is making those American soldiers blush and thick neck.The irritable American soldier was pulled back again.I'm fascinated by the futile anger in their eyes.It is really a great enjoyment! How are you, Gilbert?What are you looking at?she asked, looking around.But of course, she couldn't see any threat in the place.I put my hand on her arm and said: Oh, it's all right.At this moment, the ugly villain was sure that I was watching his threatening behavior, and he drew a slow stroke across the throat. I must get Queenie out of this tea house as soon as possible.I knew I couldn't walk past these people to the door unscathed.Three-on-one, I'm still wondering what the odds are, but Fate is fickle, and I don't want to be humiliated in front of sensitive companions.She was talking, and I have to admit that I don't know what she said, my mind was busy planning our escape.Nor was Queenie necessarily safe from their hostility.Such a vulgar GI would have no thought for a white woman who spent an afternoon with a nigger. That's when I saw him in the dim light: Arthur, the good man who had led me to Queenie's door, was crossing the road, looking as usual as if he didn't know where to go. Your father-in-law is there. Queenie ran out of the teahouse to where Arthur was standing without even saying excuse me.She waved her fingers in front of the grown man, looking impolite, while Arthur lowered his head and kicked non-existent stones on the ground. I get up to leave.American soldiers were also leaving.When paying the waitress I tipped so much I almost made her smile at me.American soldiers blocked the door.I need to plan and it's too late to pretend now, they'll recognize me even with a blond wig.All I could think about was crawling out some back window.I asked the waitress: Do you have toilets? No, but the waitress at the bottom of the street said, turning around and showing the way.She saw that the American soldiers were about to leave, so she stopped explaining. Sorry, the eggs of the three of you haven't been served yet, so you can't just leave like this.Something is already ordered.She hurried towards them.In this country, you wait for what you order to be served.The waitress drove them back to their seats, and the little boys who were afraid of their mother's scolding reluctantly obeyed.Here you go, sit down first.We are not like some people who can waste food and there is a war outside.She stood at the table of those terrorized wretches, and I kissed Fortune and slipped out the door.Three GIs watched me from the other side of the window as if letting a vermin escape.I waved to them gently: come on, who is the coward now? However, I quickly left the road with trepidation.I walked quickly to Queenie and her father-in-law.Queenie said: Gilbert, Arthur and I are debating whether to go to the movies. Fate is still smiling.I held the arms of both of them and said: Good idea, come on, let's go.I coaxed and deceived them with enthusiasm, and successfully drove them away from the scene.