One day he appeared, standing pontifically on our stovetop.
The gleaming Alessi Whistling Kettle that belonged to my
roommate. She could not stop talking about it. We finally
would have modern design in our humble student dorm. And
affordable, too. Of course, it was a lot more expensive than
the HEMA Whistling Kettle we already had, but, she said,
well worth the money.
I could not share her enthusiasm. I thought it was odd, with
its cone-shaped shiny belly. And then that red bird that
whistled when the water came to a boil. It was funny the first
time, but would I have to endure this every time I heated up
water for tea?