Lek sat at a table facing the roundabout with its statue of Praya Phichai Daap Haak and Fighting Cockerels. She still wasn’t sure how she was going to handle this, but then she didn’t know what Tong was going to suggest either, he had not been the arduous lover of late.
She saw him see her and start to walk her way. He was ten minutes late, which was completely acceptable time-keeping in Thailand, for a superior to a junior. The point was duly noted and taken to heart.
“Good afternoon, Lek, what a glorious day, is it not? Enjoying a break from shopping are you. May I join you for a coffee?
“Yes, certainly.” She indicated a chair and he sat down.
“May I get you another coffee? Two coffee’s, please. So, how have you been? I trust that your domestic crisis has been dealt with satisfactori
