Departures

In the middle of my triumphant chuckle, I sneezed three times in a row.

“My bug does not translate that noise,” Naplak Naplak Kap said.

“It’s nothing,” I said. “Just a cold…”

I looked at Naplak Naplak Kap. He looked at me. Then I waved to Joe and bought him another drink. (What was I supposed to do?)