We talked about Yen, about my job a little and I asked what business interests she had here – she was a southern Vietnamese, and had never particularly cared for the north; after all, her mother had needed to hide under the kitchen table when the bombs fell, when pregnant with Ha, as the north began their final assault and soon-to-be victory. Big cock I didn’t know. I wondered – in the fledgling stock market, both here and more lucratively in the southern bourse in HCMC, and she was here to just check on things with her broker. She had always been a canny businesswoman, even with only schooling to end of primary level, before having to leave and help her mother to earn a meagre living for them both – her father having run off when she was born – and, had we still been married and had I still had my old job and salary,
