Chapter 50 forty nine gilbert

Is that you, Winston?I said. Oh yes, to me Winston.let me in, man. Even through the door panel, I knew the man was mad.Tsk, I'm so tired after get off work, I just want to take a good rest.But every Jamaican boy (even from those small islands) has learned this one-of-a-kind wisdom in this country.Hortens huddled on the floor for the pan on the rotten gas stove.Her young back should not be bent like an old woman's, but should stand straight in front of a good cooker.But, forget it, watching her cook is like watching a right-handed person use his left hand, every movement is unbearable.The man standing in front of me at the door looked like Winston.But I still ask for confirmation: are you Winston?

He smiled and said: Yes, sir, it's Winston. So I invite him in.For a second, I became suspicious.I introduced Hortens to him, and he just said it was right, man, and then went on and on and on and on, and I almost beat him to it. Gilbert, that man is going to throw me out.That utterly stupid fool said I had to go.And he had to leave in the morning, otherwise he would call the police.I said: call the police!Why did he use the law to oppress me?I abide by the law.He called me a black boy, and I told him to be more respectful.He said he should respect it too.It was his house, and he yelled at me until my ears burned.

I told him: wow!Dude, don't get excited.Who are you talking about? The landlady's husband, the one who couldn't find his way home.He slumped down on the chair, and he ignored the savage stares Hertens gave as her ears were polluted by his foul words. I asked again: Are you Winston? He said: Yes, yes, it's Winston.I knew it was Kenneth. Dude, you're Kenneth. No, it was Winston.look.He showed me the back of his hand, as if there was something to prove it. What are you doing in Winston's room?Did Noreen kick you out again? Dude, don't change the subject of me.He's kicking me out.

I told him: it was Winston he was after.You should have left long ago. Do you want to listen to me?Gilbert, I work all the time.Supervise large wholesale stores and small shops. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.What Englishman would be so stupid as to see Kenneth's sly eyes and dirty hands and decide that this man could become the responsible clerk?There are so many things in the UK that surprise me, but this news made me slump down on my chair and open my mouth.Wait a minute, you're telling me someone hired you to look after the inventory? And man let me tell you, I'm doing a good job.Count it well and keep it safe, no one will take things away.The boss smiled Mimi.Nobody messes with me.But today is payday.I'm gearing up.I have done all kinds of jobs, no matter how difficult it is to earn money, it is time to earn it.I get my salary in a small brown paper bag.Dude, the envelope is so light you have to put your hand on it to keep it from flying off.There was hardly any money in it.It was they who robbed me of my money, not me who robbed them.So I went to the office to find them.I tell them: where is my money?Most of my money is gone.Gilbert, do you have any rum?My nerves are being tormented with this today!

Hortens began knocking on every pot he found in the room.This man pissed her off.But Kenneth only looked in the direction of the noise and said: You are so lucky that someone is here to help you cook. Half of my heart said yes, and Hortens gave me a sideways look that gave me goosebumps.Well, Kenneth, I'm tired.Is there anything important you want to tell me, man? I'm Winston. You are not. Well, dude, count on you.But Noreen kicked me out, and brothers are brothers after all.Where did I just say that?Oh yeah, you know what they said to me when they looked at that skimpy little bag they gave me?income tax.I say thief.He said income tax.Gilbert, I was robbed by a white man in broad daylight.What do you think?

I think, Kenneth, you pay a little tax. What?No wonder, man, they took my money.They told me one amount and gave me another amount.They thought I was an idiot and could take my money while I watched.They said: A foolish West Indian just off the boat won't know he's been robbed. Dude, are you telling me you've never paid taxes before?Kenneth, everyone pays taxes. everyone?Do white people want it too? Everyone wants it.is income tax.The government took it. What to do? run the country. No wonder they stole my money.I tell you, they robbed me of my money.But man, you know what?He beckoned me to put my ear to it, but I had to yell over the beating that Hortens made.i still have the key

I said to him: No way, I don’t want to listen to this man!I stood up to see off the guests. Hold on, man, shhh.I haven't told you about the idiot downstairs.Be sure to listen to the next one. I sat back in my chair and rested my chin on my hands. Well, don't look so tired.I'm telling you this for a reason, man.You must know what mood I was in when I walked through the door of this house.I was just robbed!As soon as he entered the door, he bumped into this person.This Mr. Queenie, he said so.I'm in a rage.I probably said sorry and bumped into him a little bit.Or maybe not.Maybe I told him to look at the road when walking.I don't know because I care so much about every little thing I do.Then he knocked on my door and almost broke it down.He told me: You have to move.I said: why?Is the house on fire?He told me not to be funny with him.I told him to go away so I could rest.He pulled the door tightly and said he wanted to use the room.Gilbert, I swear on my mommy's grave, I'm polite.I asked him what he wanted this room for, why did he have to drive me out in such a hurry?He opened his mouth a little, but said nothing.I say goodnight to him.Then, man, he started blushing.I've never seen anyone's face turn that color.Gilbert, have you never seen a white man turn red?That scene was so weird.All of a sudden, he started screaming that he was selling the house.I asked him: Are you going to sell the house at this time?He yelled: Tomorrow.He wants me to move out tomorrow.He was very angry, I told him to calm down, don't hurt yourself.He told me he wasn't going to calm down.I did him a favor by closing the door in his presence.He'll be gone in a minute.But he started knocking on the door again.Yelling through the door he won't take vexations.So I opened the door and told him that if he wanted to have an affair, he would find another place.But, Gilbert, since there are ladies here, I don't use that word.The thin-skinned monkey began to huff and clenched both fists.If you want to hit him, I can kill the man with one punch.I did him a favor and just pushed him away.But man, he's so skinny, he'll fall over if pushed.I swear, I fell over as soon as I touched him.But I'm not rough and I'm sure he's ok.I stand on top of him.Gringo, nigga, nigga, those were the words he started telling me to get out of here.The swearing knocked Qin out of the house too.He also looked at the piano.Qin himself is very interesting.There was a black cloud around the eyes, dripping from the face like fingers.Her hair stood up like a monster, and she stood almost half naked in her underwear.She started laughing at the weak chicken who fell to the ground on all fours.He got up, but this time it was quiet.I think it's over.I went back into the room and closed the door.

When Kenneth finished speaking, he looked at me for a response.okay.I raised my head and wanted to make a joke, so I asked him: Is that all?My heart was pounding in my boots because he told me I might have told him his wife seemed to like black company.possible.I do not remember.In such an excited situation, I spoke a lot. I recognize the curse.It squeezes its hand in the delicate and vulnerable places as it enters the door.God, I need to put Erlang legs down to relieve this pressure.What are you doing, Kenneth? what's wrong with me I'm in Bernard.Bligh recognized something in his face.I spotted it the first time we met, and it only took a second or two.But I know that's the enemy.Unmistakable, every mirror in my dear island of Jamaica shows it.Staring back at me from my own face.Stay in the whites of the eyes, the corners of the mouth, and the top of the protruding chin.Confused soul.Seen too much to look back.Too many changes, knowing which way to go forward.I know that with the return of this besieged man, the time to live quietly in this house is coming to an end.

What do you want me to do?I asked Kenneth. Well, Gilbert, I've been thinking a lot about this situation lately.And here's my conclusion.Let's find some brothers and give him a nice meal.Tell him not to mess with Jamaicans. Kenneth, I don't look good for no reason. So what are you talking about, man?He called me a gringo and a black boy, and he had to be taught a lesson before he knew how to behave.And you're next, bro.Listen to me.And you have a lovely wife who cooks for you.You still have an obligation to fulfill. I told him: Don't be rough.I'm coming to talk to Queenie.

Tsk, you are not afraid of skinny white people, are you? I'll work it out with Queenie.All right, buddy, you can go.My dinner is ready. Kenneth grinned sweetly at Hortens.Miss, what are you cooking over there?It smells so good.Hortens pulled a sad face at him.But he didn't care, and continued: You lucky man.What are you getting, rice, peas, a little mutton curry?I don't even know if I have anything to eat tonight. I asked: Where is Winston?Does he know that you got him kicked out of the room? I'll get this thing over with.find some brothers No, Kenneth!Don't cause trouble.I already told you I would talk to Queenie.Dude, you don't live here at all.Did you forget Queenie kicked you out months ago?

He inhaled loudly, smelling the scent of free food that every West Indian boy has grown to love in this country.It smells good.Can you save some for me? Hortens threw him a look that would make a sensitive man disappear under a puff of smoke.However, Kenneth took this as a good sign.He got up from his chair and stood behind Hortens to look down.But he only glanced over her shoulder at the cooking food, and said quickly: Now that I think about it, I remember meeting some brothers.He dashed out the door and flung himself behind so fast that one might think Holtens was chasing him to try the contents of the spoon. It didn't take me long to see why.Holtens handed me a messy mess on a plate.Nothing in it was food that I could recognize as edible.I almost followed Kenneth and told him to wait for me.But Hortens was looking at me, ready to reprimand me for being ungrateful.So I inspect the food and tell her: it's not bad. She said: He's really vulgar, that man.How did you let him into the room? I felt like there was rice, but it seemed undercooked.Rice crunched against my teeth and I said: He told me he was Winston. She said: I think this Winston is also half a catty, right? You haven't met Winston yet. With his brother like that, I don't want to know him either. Kenneth wasn't that bad. How do you say that?The man was brutal and vulgar.Did you hear him speak? He is angry. He's one of those rogues I feel ashamed of, coming from the same island. Geez, he's not that bad.He just wanted to make his mark in England. snort. There's something so chewy I'm wondering if it's chewing gum.The two of us chewed quietly like cows on a pasture.Well, the silence is beautiful, so why should I say that there is no need to be anxious? She said: Anxiety about what? Just what Kenneth told us. That man is a clown. Maybe.No, you don't have to worry about being kicked out of this place. Her fork stopped halfway into her mouth.The smile that formed on her lips faded into a malicious smirk.She told me: I just ignore him. I said: That's good.But she wasn't done yet. She began: You forget, I shall soon be employed as a teacher in a good school.Don't worry about me.If the guy downstairs is going to kick me out of this shitty place, he's doing me a big favor.Such a room is not suitable for a teacher like me to live in.The fork was finally delivered to her mouth.I stared straight at this unbearable creature, and she stared at the ceiling, seemingly chomping on unpalatable food.