LOGINHalf a decade ago, the whole country was shocked by the brutal murder of a renowned ophthalmologist. The idea of being torn apart, butchered, with a kitchen knife made her sick, but that was all you could read about and listen to in the papers and radios. Traces of blood in the small cracks behind the nurse’s station, under the blue bench in the waiting area, overlooked on the silver handle of the door to the third-floor staircase, they stared back at you as if they had eyes...
View More“What would he know?” Kelly asked while knowing the answer. “That his boy took half an hour to get a glasses of wine from that one.” I whispered and looked over to the dashing steward who was just glancing our way from the cabinets with a smile on his face.Noticing the old Chinese woman on our right staring, Kelly raised his glass in her direction and continued our conversation, “he wouldn’t mind. You and I are married. I didn’t see him o
———On the flight back to Beijing, Kelly sat comfortably on my left, legs crosses. He took the warm towel from the flight attendant with one hand and looked up in his e-dictionary with the other, and then described me as, I quoted, ‘being germaphobic even for a surgeon.