Glaring at the doctor, Kev spoke in Romany. “Ka xlia ma pe tute.†(I'm going to shit on you.)
“Which means,†Rohan said hastily, “ ‘Please forÂgive the misunderstanding; let's part as friends.’ â€
“Te malavel les i menkiva,†Kev added for good meaÂsure. (May you die of a malignant wasting disease.)
“Roughly translated,†Rohan said, “that means, ‘May your garden be filled with fine, fat hedgehogs.’ Which, I may add, is considered quite a blessing among the Rom.