"Kueh lapis, my favorite!" Charlie said, plopping down on the plush gold-brocade sofa and picking up one of the buttery pieces of cake with his fingers.
"Don't you think we should wait for your mum?"
"Oh, she'll be out in a minute, I'm sure. Let's get started. You don't ever have to stand on ceremony here-you know how down-to-earth my mother is."
Astrid began to pour tea into Charlie's cup from the silver tea service. "That's what I've always loved about your mother. She doesn't put on any airs-she's such a warm and simple lady."
"Yeah, tell that to the folks at Bulgari," Charlie snorted, as Ah Tock entered the living room. "Lincoln! Are you going to join us for some tea? Where's my mum?"
"Um, she's in her bedroom. She went to lie down," Lincoln said as he fidgeted with his cell phone.
"Why is she lying down?" Charlie asked.
Astrid looked up from pouring her tea. "Is she not feeling well?"
"Er, no … " Ah Tock stood there with a funny look on his face. "Astrid, I think you better call home."
"Why?"
"Um … your grandma just passed away."
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*1 The Asian arowana is the world's most expensive aquarium fish, especially coveted by collectors in Asia who will pay hundreds of thousands for a fine specimen. Known in Chinese as lóng yú-dragon fish-this long fish plated with large shimmering scales and with whiskers jutting from its chin resembles the mythological Chinese dragon. Aficionados believe that the fish brings good luck and fortune, and there have even been tales of arowanas sacrificing their lives by leaping out of their tanks in order to warn their owners of imminent danger or bad business deals. No wonder lovers of this fish are willing to shell out thousands to get their precious pets eye lifts, fin tucks, or chin jobs. No word on arowana Botox yet, but that can't be far behind.
*2 Cantonese for "panicky, anxious."
*3 Methodist Youth Fellowship.
PART THREE
The man who dies rich, dies disgraced.
-ANDREW CARNEGIE, 1889
CHAPTER ONE
TYERSALL PARK, SINGAPORE
MADRI VISUDHAROMN
Lady's Maid to Su Yi Since 1999
Madame usually has a bowl of congee in the morning, sometimes with a fresh raw egg cracked into the steaming-hot congee, sometimes with just a few ikan bilis. Today she asked for Hokkien ma mee, which was a highly unusual request for breakfast. The noodles Ah Ching prepares for her are done in a very specific way, using a hand-pulled flat yellow noodle, which she likes stir-fried in a thick oyster sauce gravy with a dash of brandy. For lunch, madame just wanted me to bring her some fresh star fruits and guavas from her trees. She asked for the whole fruit-she didn't want them sliced or anything, and sat up in her bed, staring at her fruits and holding them in her hands but not eating anything. That's the moment I realized that something was terribly wrong.
PHILIP YOUNG
Only Son
I saw Mummy after breakfast. For the first time in as long as I can remember, she wanted to know how I spent my days in Sydney. I told her about how I drive down to my favorite café in Rose Bay every morning for my flat white, and then there are always errands to run, something in the house that needs fixing, or I'll have lunch in the city at one of my clubs or play a round of tennis with a friend. In the late afternoons I like to sit at the end of my dock and do a spot of fishing … that's when the fish are always biting. For dinner I often eat whatever I've caught. Mickey our chef will always do something terrific with the fish-grilled and served over risotto, made into a tartare, or steamed Chinese-style with rice or noodles. Sometimes I'll just go down to the local and have a pub dinner. (Mummy shook her head in a mixture of sadness and disbelief-the thought of me sitting in a pub eating a burger by myself like a common laborer is too much for her to fathom.) But I love eating very simply when Eleanor isn't around. If she's in town, Eleanor keeps Mickey very busy cooking twelve to fourteen courses for her dinners. Then Mummy said something rather surprising. She asked me if I had forgiven Eleanor. I was a bit shocked for a moment; in all these years, Mummy had never brought it up. I told her that I had forgiven my wife a very long time ago. Mummy seemed happy about this. She looked at me for a long time and said, "You are just like your father after all." I told her I was going to meet up with a few of my ACS old boys for drinks at the Men's Bar in the Cricket Club, but I would be back before our dinner guests arrived. As I left her bedroom, there was a part of me that sensed she didn't want me to leave. I wondered for a moment if I should cancel the meet-up and stay by her bedside, but then I thought, Philip, you're being ridiculous. You'll be back in two hours.