CHAPTER 93

"Lisa and I used to eat here a lot," Miranda told me as the waiter brought our orders and laid them before us on the table. My nose savoured the aroma of the opened roasted turkey and potatoes. She had called me just this evening and asked that we could have dinner together at an Asian restaurant. It had been a while since we had seen what happened the last time we had dinner at her place. "Have the shrimps. They have the best shrimp porridge you can find in the whole of this city." She said, pushing the plate of shrimp before me. I smiled in gratitude and had a bite with the chopstick. It tasted so divine. I caught on Miranda watching me with a smile on her face. I slowed down my eating pace, wondering if the way I was eating was weird. "How did you learn to use chopsticks?" She asked me as she resumed digging into her food. I laughed a small laugh. "A lot of people know how to use chopsticks these days, Miranda." I noticed how she slowed her eating and her smile weakened. She