*Does Jim get a sense of danger from the blond woman with Amazonian proportions and a blue suit that clings to her like a second skin, or opportunity? Can he even distinguish between the two? She's negotiating with a purveyor of foods (at least, those things are probably food--why heat them over a grill, otherwise?) in a rapid-fire melange of language. She ends up getting a skewered, barbecued grasshopper the size of a squirrel, breaking off a foreleg to crunch as she rejoins the flow of traffic.*
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