Parakagate will be swept under the carpet
By KOI KOI DIKADAKA Ok I got home last night and headed straigh to the"patapata" under the Okari Tree and stretched out on the wooden planks, closed my eyes for a bit and enjoyed the cool evening wind brushing gently against my face. It was a welcoming rest after slaving 11 hours for a Chinese merchant for meager earinings. I was glad to be home around familiar surroundings and the two women in my life. Hearing their voices in the background was absolutely heavenly. That patapata and those wooden planks felt like soft cushioned silky linens on a Kingsize waterbed in a five star luxury hotel master suit. I felt like a king. It is around 7.30pm and I could hear the dogs barking, but ignored them completely thinking that the bitches were only on a heat and were barking at potential suitors. Instead I heard the rattle on the gate, and heard familiar voice of Milo Bytow, ringing out calling my name. I had completely forgetten that we had made plans previously to meet and talk abou