The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty Six
Just then his phone buzzed. He took one look at it and his face broke into a big grin. She winked at him. People acted funny when they were in love. Diano was no exception.
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Ansh Das (better known as AD) is an IT nerd in the morning, an author by noon, an activist in the evening and a healer by night. That sequence may change a few times in any direction during the course of the day. He is from India and lives in Hong Kong.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty Five
Diano smiled as he booted up the laptop. Once he was in, he double-clicked on the MSN icon. It hadn't finished logging in when a message popped up. It was Andy.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty Four
"Hello! This is a common formula in many movies. If something doesn't work out, take a break. Come back another day." Energy started fiddling with the buttons to set his training routine.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty Three
"Er... His name is Cute." Summer said trying to clear the misunderstanding. She had forgotten to point at Cute when she made the introduction.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty Two
Summer brought out the cage they'd bought in advance. She folded a clean towel and placed it inside the cage, to cushion the base.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty One
"He's the naughtiest of the three, always full of energy and running around. It's sad that I've to restrict them to the box.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Thirty
As soon as the event was over, they went back to their desks. Oliver wondered whether he should join any of the support groups.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Nine
"Man. You are acting strange. You stood me up last night and you don't think I need to know what made you do that. You've never done this before." Energy pressed on.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Eight
"Because you can never really know a person unless you meet them face to face." Summer knew it was a sensitive topic.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Seven
She was worried about Cute. She hoped he wasn't into bad company or doing drugs.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Six
Cute wondered if he'd be required to show his Hong Kong Identity card. Although he was nineteen, he looked fifteen or sixteen years old.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Five
Fred went to the counter to place the order. Cute wondered whether he should take out his wallet to pay for his share.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Four
He was on a tram, midway between Causeway Bay and Central. Not many people hopped on and off on that weekend night. The ride was rough with many jolts and it disturbed his chain of thought.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Three
Andy stood there for five minutes without saying a word. When Diano had quietened down, Andy whispered to him.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty Two
Diano drank some more water. He had reached a difficult part in his story. He didn't know whether he had the courage to go on
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty One
"I met him at a public pool. It was a long summer and I'd enrolled in a swimming course to beat the heat."
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Twenty
Andy looked up at his face, tears running down his cheeks. Diano dabbed a tissue on his face. He felt a strong attraction towards Andy at that very moment.
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Nineteen
"I'd hide my face when they hit me." Andy laughed. "But I was stronger than them in studies. I had good grades and I was better at arts too."
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Eighteen
"Yes! Samuel said the maid would be here soon," Andy smiled. "She comes once a week, only on Sundays. I'm glad she's coming in today."
The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Seventeen
Shortly before 3 p.m., the cab pulled up in front of a building that didn't look well-maintained from outside. Patches of black mould covered the white paint on the outer walls. Some of the windows needed repairing.
