Chapter Thirty Six
Mal was not Japanese, but he could handle a razor sharp knife as if her were a Sushi chef, something he had told her he actually studied, as well as other things during his year in Japan.
Deciding that the next thing he would tell her is that he had found the cure for cancer, she simply had watched, quite awed as he prepared the best tuna sashimi and halibut Sushi she had ever allowed her lovely pallet to munch on.
Boiling a porcelain bottle of sake in a steel pan, they had shared the light meal and were now smoking and sipping hot sake and because she was so thin, alcohol quickly began to spin her mind, just a little.
Gazing at Mal through filtered flames flickering in her eyes, she saw that he was scrutinizing her through the smoke of one of his French cigarettes a
