“Soom, poot wah khun mai bai gap khao! Sokapok! Soom, Tell him you won’t go with him, the dirty old man! Kick him in the shin and say you won’t go, please! Please, for Mummy, don’t go with him!”
Craig touched the lobe of Lek’s right ear lightly. It was a method she often used to stop him snoring. To him, it felt like an insect was crawling up into his ear and so made him wake up, but he had never asked what it was supposed to represent. At other times, she would touch the tip of his nose very gently, as if a mosquito had just landed there. Lek roused herself.
“Alai na? What is it?”
“Nothing, telak, you were talking in your sleep again, that’s all. Telling me where all your gold is buried… Are you all right?”
“Gold? Yes, it was just a dream, everything is all right now…” and she went ba
