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Updated: May 4, 2025
He'd been retired a long time back, and his only duties now were little odd jobs that were easy enough, even for an old man. Not that there was anything feeble about old Blejjo; he still looked and acted spry enough. He was sitting on his front porch, talking to young Basom, when Anketam came up. The old man grinned. "Hello, Ank. You figure on getting a few more fish today?" "Why not?
Old Blejjo was taking his fishing gear down from the rack on the porch. Without looking around, he said: "Cooler down by the river." "By the time I walked there," said Basom philosophically, "walking through all that sun, I'd be so hot it would take me two hours to cool down to where I am now, and another two hours to cool down any more. That's four hours wasted.
"No reason why he shouldn't," said Anketam. "Kevenoe's a good man." "Oh, I know that," said the old man. "But Basom won't like it at all. And I don't think Zillia will, either." "That's the way things happen," said Anketam. "A man can't expect to go through life having everything his own way. There's other girls around for Basom.
His saving grace was the fact that he took things as they came; he never showed any resentment towards Anketam if he was rebuked for not doing his work well, and he honestly tried to do better for a while, at least. "Not too lazy to loaf," Basom said in self-defense. "Just too lazy to walk four miles to loaf when I can do it here."
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