TE16 Turkish Delight

Hakan Günday - Help me get up. We have to go. We’ve got business. Plus you need to give up on waiting tables already. I’ll take care of your dad. We’ll find the money. Don’t worry. Koma took Zo’s hand to pull himself to his feet. Zo was clearly wondering why he had ever become friends with someone like Koma. Though since it must have occurred to him that he had been caught dealing drugs and had only been released from the part-juvie part-rehab clinic he had been sent to because of his addiction, and that this made him more savage than the man he had just pulled up off the ground, he peered for a bit into the face of his friend before heading inside. As briskly as he had come out. He took off his apron and shoved it into the hand of the bearded headwaiter who was impatiently waiting for an outcome. The bowtie and waistcoat were Zo’s. He had bought the necessary accessories for his occupation a long time ago. Meeting the incredulous stares of the customers with his own, he slowly lifted his left armand stretched it out as far as he could. He opened up his palm like a beggar. He drew in his fingers slowly and clenched them. He lifted his right hand to level with the fist. As his right hand wound taut the line of an invisible fishing rod, the middle finger of his left hand cranked up inch by inch. Koma watched with a smile as Zo performed one of the most renowned gesturesof theirgeographyof residence. He lowered his right arm. The thin, bony middle finger was an erect curse spat out into the face of the whole chair-bound world. Without moving his feet, he made sure everyone saw his aggressive member of a finger by rotating his torso left and right and then left the restaurant to

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