"Someday, Tomas, we will go over those mountains.

"Someday, Tomas, we will go over those mountains. What do you think is on the other side?" Tomas shook his head. "I don't know, Matthias. Green hills? Clear, fresh water?"

It was a metaphor & a rhetorical question, something Tomas did not understand. Matthias sighed. "Follow me," he said. Tomas shrugged & trudged behind him into Big Betty's Brothel.

"What's shaking, Big Betty?" Mathias asked the enormous madame. She stamped out her cigar and pointed with her thumb. "It's smorgasbord night." Tomas scanned the brothel's dining

table. "How am I going to give Lulu the seeing to she deserves when all you give me is this muck?" said Tomas gesturing towards the pickled fish. Big Betty said, "Don't burden me

with trivial questions!Just sit down, shut up & do your job!" Big Betty waltzed out, her chiffon skirts billowing behind her. Tomas poked a fork at the pickled fish &sniffed. Lulu

Lemon was absolutely not an appropriate store for Big Betty. Tomas had had enough. He needed to tell her that the hot pink yoga pants were completely out of the questions, especial

Tomas wasn't the most tactful person. It looked like someone haf poured Big Betty into those hot pink yoga pants, and she forgot to say "when." "What are you staring at, Tomas?"

Tomas flinched. "Uh... why... at nothing, Big Betty. Just..." He hastily improvised: "I used to have pants just like that." "Pink yoga pants?" "N-no..." The vastness of that seat!

Now he wore chili pepper pants and was mistaken for a chef, much to his delight. He was invited to restaurants he couldn't ever afford, such as Froggy's. He loved chili peppers.