They turned and stepped into the bar: Jenny’s workplace. The girl was surrounded by the young Thai women working there. They hugged and kissed her, bombarding her with questions, trying to out-holler each other. Simon suspected that they were talking about him. He thought he discovered a hint of pride on Jenny’s face as the other girls listened to Jenny enviously, thinking that Jenny had surely found a farang who was “definite.” Around here, things were only definite when they were thought of in past tense, and he was not only a part of the girl’s past, but also her present.
“John, welcome back!”
They knew him as John here, so he turned and immediately recognized the madam who had recommended Jenny to him. At first, he couldn’t recall her name, but then it came back to him because it was
