9“Psst, Ping. Where’s Big t**s?” Fatt Chye hissed.
“Why you little pecker! You want to see my t**s? Come, I’ll show you!”
Miss Rose flung open her door, and the coward fled down the stairs almost crashing into his mother who was coming up.
“Son, what’re you doing up here?”
“Your son wanted to see my t**s!”
“Choy! What a thing to say, Miss Rose. He’s just a boy.”
“He was peeping into my room.”
Kim Poh laughed and brushed aside the accusation. Ping knew that if it had been any other tenant, Kim Poh would’ve unleashed her tongue, but it was Miss Rose, the new premier lodger who had taken over the front room, and a hostess in the Southern Cabaret and Nightclub at the Majestic Hotel. Everyone knew that Miss Rose was the magnet that drew Fatt Chye up the stairs each evening to sneak at he
