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Tuesday night is chicken wings night
at the Franklin Hotel—always a rush,
and there are 30 kinds of sauce, from
Nashville Hot to Ghost Pepper to Adobo–.
So many choices, not to mention
the microbrews—Happy Ending Pale Ale
or Blind Pig IPA or Leafer Madness.
Meanwhile, we leave Abdi the American—
so named because as a child he watched
all the American tv. shows and wrote down
lists and lists of English words and can speak
now almost without an accent—hiding
with his brother in the basement from
the Kenyon police who are rounding up
all the Somalians to throw them out
of the country unless they have anything
left to bribe them with, anything, anything.
Most of the others have turned themselves in.
But Abdi is in the basement with his brother.
There are forty-six minutes left on the podcast
when we arrive at the restaurant. We’re ready to order.
The apple flavored barbeque. The Blind Pig IPA.
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