“Too bad,” he answered. “I’m whiling away my time. I’m not a very good customer. I don’t want to buy any of the girls.”
“So what do you want, John?”
“What do I want?” he asked, bewildered.
“Yes. Why did you come to Krungthep, the City of Angels?”
“What do I want?” his eyes blurred, staring off into the dim bar.
This was the first good question he’d heard in a year: the question that he would never have dared to pose to himself.
“Perhaps… to find something.”
“Is it something that can be found?”
“Jeez, you’ve sure got it on the button,” he said with a shudder. The woman didn’t understand this, so he went on. “No, it can’t be found. Unfortunately.”
“Then don’t look for it. Look for your peace instead,” the woman said, and signaled to someone.
“My peace? How could I ever find that? W
