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SALI WAS THE ONLY one who didn’t run or fight. He preferred to stay hungry than to make any avoidable effort in life. In fact there were two of them, Sali and Gosho the Poet, but no one was surprised about the Poet.

Once Fatzy Dembo said:

“I feel like eating something sweet.”

“What’s sweet?” Tettie asked.

“Sweet is sugar,” Vasso said importantly.

“That white stuff Uncle Mito brought once?” Tettie remembered.

“No, that was flour,” Lala explained.

“Now I will tell you what sweet is, there are trees in the forest whose noses run and that which runs from them sticks to their bark, you know that, don’t you?” Fatzy Dembo announced.

“No, that’s chewing gum.” said Sassy.

“Creeps!” Sali called. “I’ve had sweets.”

“Sweets?” Tettie squinted.

“Once my dad pinched a purse full of sweets instead of money. He was so angry, he made me eat them all in one go.”

“Aha.”

And that “aha” was like a collective sigh.

“Then what?” asked Tettie.

“I asked him why he didn’t ever buy me any and he said they were not healthy because they damage teeth.”

“So it means Lala has eaten a lot of sweets.” whispered Tettie.

All remained silent.