As usual I have to work backward, since all I caught was the tail end of this one. I was with Reggie Martinez and we were walking in a neighborhood which was both familiar and unfamiliar. It looked like a beach town without an obvious beach anywhere. There was a lot of real estate that had been changing hands recently and we were looking in on some of the new residents and businesses that had set up shop in the smallish rentals. One was being occupied by a Korean lady and her daughter and grandchild.
Reggie started talking to the lady in Korean. She perked up with surprised delight, even though Reggie's tone was one of mocking and disdain. That was his tone in any language. You'd have to know Reggie. He was an expert in cutting people down.
He was insulting her and saying the meanest things about her family, her business and her honor in general, and doing so with such well-articulated Korean nuance that the lady couldn't help but be impressed. He knew his Korean insults and was using his words and tone like a rapier.
She produced the small baby for him to consider and his tone changed to goo-goos and kitchy-coos. She knew his soft spot, somehow. He wasn't done with her, though. A few more jibes about the nature of her business, which seemed to be something like a tax fraud service from which her daughter and her were deriving some undeserved wealth.
Well, that's about it for this one. Nothing else is coming to the surface, this iceberg is going to remain underwater, I guess. I gotta poop, but I'm constipated. Day 2, no go. Wish me luck.
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