Yesterday I went to visit a friend. We sit and drink tea, her daughter (5 years old) is with us. We chat, her daughter takes a sip and says with a smart look: “Horace!” Me with huge wild eyes: “Aska, you know Horace, does his mother read to you?!” Here the friend, choking, apparently frantically remembers who he is. And the girl with condescension in her voice: “Tsai Horace, you’ve become a lover!”
