A-back. Maybe having his Porn stay over at their house the previous
night was disrespectful to his wife but nice or offensive behavior was
based upon one's guesswork on how society would interpret such
situations and unique situations like this were all the more impossible
to judge. His wife was definitely different. That was for sure; but
she was still a woman down deep even if she denied it just as his
American passport and name-change made him abstain from bits of
himself. A woman had instincts at suspecting a man's activities. A
woman had jealous rages and seductive lures that had a chance of
keeping a man with her: genetic programming from hundreds or thousands
of female ancestors who had experienced the promiscuity of husbands and
were afraid that they and their children would not be properly taken
care of. But there was certainly no chance of children. She slept with
him a few times as husband and wife in a motion of fulfilled and
completed consummation never to be repeated. Then she went in to get
herself sterilized. Why she needed to do both was unclear. She was a
mystery and steadfast in committing herself to that vow they had made
to each other when they were 14 or 15 years old to not live petty
lives. Such was the gray in the gray matter that enveloped them. Life
with Noppawan had the insatiability of an itch to a mosquito's bite and
contained the same pleasurable discomfort.
"Taking a trip to Japan" thought the taxi driver sarcastically.
He wasn't certain how anyone could afford to go there. He was stuck to
the boundaries of the car and he resented it; although from it, despite
its limitations, he was always introduced to people so different than
he was. They were the favored ones whose ideas were not curtailed to
traffic jams exacerbated by infuriatingly influential traffic lights
and accidents. Traffic accidents were such chaos because smashed cars
could not be moved until insurance agents came to the scene to make
their reports. Traffic policemen, who could easily be bribed, were