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“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.