“Of course, thank you for your time, Mr. Innaree. I will be in touch.”
Heng smiled, waved at the receptionist as he passed by, and left the building a happy man. He shot past his house at the break-neck speed, for him, of thirty kilometres per hour, hoping that his family wouldn’t notice him and called in to see his Aunty Da.
“Greetings, Aunty Da, I hope you are well, do you have five minutes to spare?”
“Always for you, Heng. How goes it? Done anything interesting lately?”
“No, not really,” he lied, “but flying is always fun and I’m learning new tricks every week. I love working down by the river at night too. It suits me so much better than daytime work. I feel so much better, more alive, for it. The moon does more for me now as a bat than the sun does
