Harlem cracked the bead of his cigarette, and nodded calmly.

For Xynthia’s sake, Harvey stood up as well.

“Hello, I’m Harvey.”

“Harvey?”

Harlem glared at Harvey. When he spoke, it was in an accented voice.

“I remember now!” he said.

“You’re the live-in son-in-law Xynthia’s been talking about the entire time.

“You’re interesting. You’d rather be a kept man than make an honest living.

“If men from Country J try such a thing, we’ll be beaten up to death in an instant.”

Harlem didn’t hide