Craig felt bad about criticizing Lek. He knew that there was no point in her sitting around the house all day while he was working and he also knew that the wedding would not organize itself. It was just that..., just that sometimes he felt like a greenfly or a washing-machine.
Lek was unwrapping a few parcels and laying them out.
“Here’s your dinner, love: chicken, sticky rice and mangoes.” She deftly peeled a mango and sliced it up with a knife that Nong brought for her, while Su dismembered the chicken.
He tried to keep from getting angry. He had told Lek a dozen times that he didn’t like eating at Nong’s where all the shoppers would stop to watch ‘how a falang ate’. They used to stop to watch him write, but most of them had got over that novelty now, but they still seemed to be fas
