Chapter 16
The only other time Jai went to the Wooden Tiger was with Kiki, who dragged him all the way out to Short Pump on the other side of the city to see an animated film her boyfriend Trey wouldn’t be caught dead at. Duane and Jai sit at a small booth barely big enough for the two of them, the dark-paneled walls and low ceiling adding a mysterious ambience to the poor lighting of the restaurant. Faint music wafts in like something played in the room of the harem next door, the mix of sitars and finger bells bringing to mind belly dancers and geishas. The only pieces of cutlery on the table are the oversized duck spoon found at most Asian restaurants and some sort of weird hybrid between a chopstick and fork that looks odd and a bit dangerous. When Duane sees it, he cries out, “I love
