I had expected a small dinner, perhaps in a dumpling bar on Shen Mu Street, but other people had other ideas and they prevailed. Master Que and I wound up eating with a group of gi fighters, someone’s manager, a sponsor’s representative and a couple of reporters, all of whom we’d run into when we’d gone to call on Kwai Long Tsu in the hospital. My opponent wasn’t being permitted visitors but we were able to leave the flowers and sweets we’d brought as gifts to be sent through to him in the ward.( Collapse )
This is now followed by In Which It Is Not All About Me.