“Yes, sure.”
“OK, what do you want. Let me out here and I’ll get Nong to prepare it as a take-away. Soom you can set the table, eh? I’ll be about thirty minutes. What do you want Ayr?”
“Er, the same as Soom, I think.”
“Three the same then. There’re drinks in the fridge, just help yourself. Do you mind if I tell Craig your news in front of that lot, Soom?”
“No, not at all, Mum… it’d be a great help. I won’t have to go through all the patting, hand-shaking and waaiing then.”
“Ah, they mean well, they’re happy for you. It’s just the falang way.”
“I know, Mum, it’s just that sometimes I don’t feel like all the attention and touching… most of the time I like it, but sometimes I can’t be bothered and right now is one of those times.”
“Never mind, as you please.” She jumped out of the car.
