Sasabonsam. I had never stopped to look at his face. His big white eyes, jackal ears, and sharp bottom teeth sticking out from his lips like a warthog’s. His whole body overrun with black hair except for his pale chest and pink nipples, an ivory necklace, and a loincloth that made me laugh. He growled. “Your smell, I remember it. I follow it,” he said. “Quiet.” “Come round looking for it.” “Silence.” “You not there. So I eat. The little ones, they taste strange.”
