The Sly Company Of People Who Care: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
I should say I was not wholly unprepared for it. I had described our meeting to Uncle Lance and friends, attaching to it a strange spiritual dimension. Now Guyanese are born sceptics. Their foreparents were either forced or tricked into coming here, and thereafter white man, black man and brown man had each scamped the hell out of them. To take things at face value was considered the most basic weakness. So they laughed when I told them about the suffering murderer and the terrible burden he carried in the vagrant streets. More so when I showed them the plastic pebble. ‘Man who could scamp with melted toothbrush, bai, that man gafo be professional.’ ‘True professional.’ One or two people gave me a hard scolding. These were people who left their wallets home and walked with exact change to the market. To the bank they went in pairs. If they saw a pretty girl thumbing down a car they stepped on the gas. Yet there was some delight taken in my man, since scampery was so rampant that the ones who shone amid the competition were reverenced.
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