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‘Help, I’m dying,’ the interpreter said again.
‘Why not when it’s windy?’ wondered the engineer, who didn’t care about the interpreter’s health but was curious.
Nombeko explained that insects take shelter in the grass when the wind blows, and this means that the scorpions crawl out of their holes for a bit of food. And today there was a big toe in the way.
‘Help, I’m dying,’ the interpreter said once more.
Nombeko realized that the whimpering interpreter actually believed what he was saying.
‘No, I’m pretty sure you’re not,’ she said. ‘The scorpion was little, and you’re big. But we might as well send you to the hospital so they can wash your wound properly. Your toe will soon swell up to three times its size and turn blue, and it will hurt like hell, if you’ll pardon my language. You’re not going to be much good as an interpreter, anyway.’
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