Dr. No:A Novel by Percival Everett:
Eigen followed me back down to the first floor and into the kitchen. An old Black man was arranging hors d’oeuvres on a platter. He looked at us with surprise, but without panic. He continued to work with the food while he talked. “Are you the ones they had tied up in the basement?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I see you got loose.”
“You ain’t got to worry. They never come into the kitchen. Heaven forbid one of them should come into the kitchen.”
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