Mrs. Ho always had a hard time getting to the Guang Ming Shan temple on her own. From Bedok, where she lived, there was a change of trains at City Hall, going from green line to red. Alighting from the train at Bishan and pushing through the crowd, she often had trouble finding her way …
Peng Soon had knocked the glass of vodka and lime out of Paul’s hand at Taboo the first time they met. He had swung out his arm to illustrate a point in the story he was telling—a recent sexual conquest on a business trip to Taipei—and his hand met Paul’s glass. Unruffled, Peng Soon ran …