Lek, however, was a very different story. She still had all her clothes from before she had gone to Pattaya, and most of them still fitted her, although there were many items that she had not worn for decades. She had literally hundreds of blouses and T-shirts but could not bear to part with any of them.
“What are you going to do with that lot?” asked Craig one morning when he caught her drifting down Memory Lane while trying to sort them out.
“Do you remember this one?” she asked holding a very short white skirt in place.
“How could I forget? That white skirt with the lion for Leo embroidered on the thigh was my favourite. Why did you stop wearing it?”
“Don’t you know? Can’t you guess?”
“No, not really… it looks as if it still fits you…”
“When we started going out with each other, I
