Shorts Lu
I first met Lu at University. He was hunched over a book in the lunchroom, sitting alone at one of the long wooden tables we used in Dennison Hall, adrift in the noisy, boisterous world around him. I saw him more and more over the first few weeks, usually as he inched around between lectures, a book under his arm and a look of worry on his face. He was tiny, certainly not even five-feet tall and perhaps a few inches less, and his small stature was accentuated by the meatheads on our rugby...