Kim:
The pebbles on the fancy driveway of the two storied old Thai style wooden house crunched under Kim’s shoes as he stepped out of his car. With one lazy push, he closed the car door behind him and headed for the entrance where the guards watched the gates like hawks.
He was in the outskirts of Thon Buri, Bangkok for a very important purpose and as he stepped onto the foyer, the guards scurried to open the gates for him, bowing to show respect to the Jao Por.
He had merely stepped into the living area when the surprised faces of his uncle, Khun Charan Ayutthaya and Pa Chalita greeted him. It was clear that neither of them had expected him to visit; of course, he told nobody that he was coming over.
Surprise was to be expected. But the way they exchanged secret, startled glances at each other might as well have confirmed Kim’s suspicions. Still, he smiled at the couple, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his expensive suit.
