He could see the place teeming with hungry, young students– his younger self intently watching Norah eat. This was the only joint he could afford, and his hunger was more for Norah’s company, than food.
He visualized the young faces mature into adults, settle down in cosy matrimony, raise a lovely daughter …. it was time for him to go back home, and check on his daughter’s needs. Only that the place called home felt as desolate as this board.
Norah had passed away last Monday. When did dear old Wong close down this place? Was it just last week?