“Whoa, I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a joke. Light-hearted, you know.”
“It’s not funny.”
“All right, I’m sorry.”
I held up my finger. “No more ‘monkeys’.”
“No, no. I understand.”
But I doubt she did and it didn’t matter anyway, except that I was so terribly sick of these attitudes. And what was worse, in the past years, nothing seemed to have changed in this respect at all.
“I also suggest that you do something about the fish in this pond. You saw how the kid was eying them when we first came here.”
“Yes, yes, sure.”
I turned away, but not before catching her muttering, “No sense of humour.” It was true; a lot of people in our party had no sense of humour that she would recognise.
Pengali, in fact, were the most humorous of people in our group. Try tickling Thayu’s sense
