Christine S just called me from her car, which is apparently parked right now in La Fantasie Road, behind a big tree out so Hazel won’t be able to see her with those infra-red goggles she claims she has.
Christine says that when she entered the Chinese workers’ shed this evening for her game of mahjongg, they told her the foreman had seized the mahjongg tiles that morning and force-fed them to one of the welders. She says that, according to the information she was able to squeeze out of the single worker who understands some primary school-level English, they believe the directive might have come from “velly high up” (her words, not mine).
She’s also concerned that news of the force-feeding episode gets out to the press, and that we’ll be accused of colluding with a country that doesn’t respect human rights! (Damn, the woman thinks of everything). I made sure and agreed emphatically with everything she said. I can’t afford to alienate Christine. Or at least not before she helps me with my speech for the $100,000-a-plate dinner.
