“That’s just the point — how can I explain to this wanker?” Salauddin screwed up his face at Hanif’s innocuous questions. “How can I make this twirp understand that’s just the point? Governor Monem Khan wanted to finish off Badshah, who was the badshah, the shahinshah of Badamtali, so what this jerk Monem Khan did to finish off Badshah was to break up the Badamtali brothel. The whores went off in different directions, and now who would call our lanky friend? Someone said to him, look here, why didn’t you move to Rokonpur. No doctor there, so you might be able to set yourself up in a profitable practice.”
“Hey, Hanif, do you want to play? Ahsanullah’s invitation, intended to cut short Salauddin’s rant, both pleased and bothered Hanif – would they really let him play? He wasn’t even good at it, but then if Salauddin were to leave he would be the only one available to fill the gap. But then, where would Salauddin go now? School for the Banglabazaar Girls School was still some time away.