“If or when I go into a hospital, it will be to die. My name will be that one, Nattaporn, and I will pay a nurse to send a card to you and put a bit in the personal column in the local Pattaya paper. It will say: ‘Nattaporn had to go home early’.
“I’ll ask Ayr to look out for it and let you know, in case the nurse doesn’t send the cards. I could do with another drink. Write your address on this while I go find a couple of tins.”
Lek wrote her address in the notebook provided.
Goong came back with two tins of Leo beer.
“OK, thanks. Here. A bit like James Bond, isn’t it? But the important thing is, I don’t want anyone to know what happened to me until after my father’s death. Then, well, I don’t care what happens then. I have money put aside for my funeral and the hospital will find Natt
