“Thanks for staying sober”, whispered Lek into his ear as she put a plate and cutlery in front of him and squeezed his shoulder.
The three women served food of a dozen varieties, and then they all settled down. Craig was beginning to understand what was going on. He felt like he had when he wore a white lambskin apron.
People helped themselves to food, and when they noticed that he looked a little bewildered, they put small pieces of food on his plate.
“I know that this is the first family, er, conference, that you have been invited to, but it is the only one that has ever really concerned you”, said Lek, “because your plans to move abroad could have a great effect on our family. There are also other factors that you are not aware of yet”.
Craig tried to look nonchalant, but he felt de
