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Mei took a hard look at the bus timetable, reading a map as the blind do with braille. At last she found the only bus to take. Her watch said quarter past fi ve. This very moment reminded her to curse a thief, who had stolen her motorbike during her sleep the day before. She was a creature of nerves. But that day she woke up disturbed and found the motorbike was missing, with no trace of the lock or any other sign. Had it suddenly grown wings and fl own away by itself?
Here, her thinking suddenly halted, as the end of a scream of terror. It was a sad refl ection in chaos on her husband, all in ugly shapes, particularly on his grumpy look. And that image dragged her to a sea of blackness, a space of vacuum, a place of impossible contemplation, and a cave full of confusion. No, he is not a bad man. He is just an asshole.