Under the KnifeChapter 2
The next Sunday found me at the Asian grocery once again. In the past I would come in on a whim or when I was in the mood for some ramen noodles. Now the place had a different draw for me. Mae was running the register. “Hi,” I said to her. “Hi, Len. Are you here for more noodles?” “I came to see you.” “Len -- I’m busy. I have customers.” “Maybe you’d like to do something afterward?” “I’ve been on my feet all day,” she replied. “I’d just like to put my feet up.” “You can put your feet...