“At midnight?”
“This is Taipei, Tsung.”
They ended up in a restaurant not too far away from the club. Tsung was in a steak and potatoes kind of mood.
Aki was too.
They also had wine. A lot of wine.
There were so many questions Tsung wanted to ask about his niece and nephew. “How are my folks?”
“Your mother is fine.”
“My father?”
“Not so fine,” Aki said. “He has pneumonia.”
“Oh,” Tsung said.
“He sent me to find you.”
“Why? So, he can insult me and assault me again?”
Aki sighed. “He wants to apologize before…”
“Before what?” Tsung asked angrily.
“He dies,” Aki said.
“Oh, so if he wasn’t sick, we wouldn’t be having this conversation?” Tsung didn’t realize how loudly he’d spoken until he saw diners at the other tables staring at him. He went back to eating his meal.
“I’m sorry
