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Lee, the music teacher, was no better, although she thought he might have been at first. The day they met, she’d found him charming. He was medium in height with a light build, cropped black hair framing a genial face. They’d strolled up James Street on their way to a café, chatting happily. He told her he was half-Chinese, half-Portuguese; his mother married a businessman from Hong Kong. He’d asked her where she was from, took an interest in her family and her past and when she supplied him with carefully crafted vignettes he interjected here and there with a polite comment. He’d seemed a sensitive and well-mannered man.
Two dates in and he was lounging on her sofa in a green polo top and a pair of loose track pants. He’d been there since he arrived that afternoon. It was a bum not
