Chapter Seventeen
Tom and Lek were as happy as butterflies in their new home. They hardly noticed the holes and the cracks all around them. They were oblivious to everyone and everything once they hot home in the evening and closed their large ranch-style wooden bar-gate. Lek was not an avaricious woman, but she was well aware that once again she was blazing a trail for her friends who had stayed on in school. Ayr and Goong were frequent visitors when Tom wasn’t around, and his friends were when he was. In fact, Tom’s friends had scared off hers by their loutish, drunken behaviour, so the two circles rarely mixed.
Ayr and Goong used to like to go around on Saturday afternoon to do their homework and sit with Lek, while Tom and his friends were doing whatever in Phichai.
“Doesn’t it ever
