The big man had his arm around Adejo's uncle's neck like they were longtime

friends, occasionally bringing him closer when there was a particular song passage
he thought he wanted to sing into his uncle's ear more directly. This caused his
uncle to smile in a way that appeared painful.

Adejo couldn't imagine his uncle ever being friends with a white person, but The
kitchen was a blaze of trembling fluorescent lights and polished metal surfaces,
making it as bright as the large room was dark. An artist-looking slender man
scrubbed the surfaces with a cloth, making smeary waves that ornamented everything
he touched while wearing an apron covered with food splatters. The slim man
responded by pointing them farther into the kitchen after Adejo's uncle inquired of
him.

It appeared as though the air had been compressed, fried in oil, and then released
back into the environment since it was sticky. When Adejo's uncle arrived at a
group of black bags at the rear of the room, they hadn't gone very far. One was
raised, and he abruptly threw it Adejo's way. It practically dragged because of how
heavy and bulging it was.
whoever the fat man was, he seemed to be the only one who knew the lyrics to the
song, which Adejo assumed to be Irish but hadn't heard before. He blasted out the
lyrics with such a viciousness that it gave the impression that he was wishing he
had something to kick while singing.