On Saturdays I take walks around Singapore with G and this usually makes my week. We walk where our conversation takes us and till our calfs ache and cry out for soda. Today the sun shone brightly in our faces, giving G a reddening tan in the wrong places. His students will surely laugh at him on Monday, I candidly informed him, forcefully handing over a blue canister of SP50+ biore sunblock. But the patriarchal old man would NOT put on his sun screen! Perhaps at the risk of incurring the wrath of some Feminist (hiak hiak!) I played the ideal good woman and squeezed a fat milky dollop onto his palm, administering instructions between giggles while he bowed awkwardly, dipping his pointy nose into the white puddle. With our delicate muslin veils, we walked hand in hand into the gleeful rays till the sun was no more.
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