back in 2011 my son Fenway and I were sitting with his mother at the Blue Moon Bar in Jomtien. Mam said that she wanted to check on the laundry. Fenway watched her across the soi. He gave me a smile and picked up my glass of icy Leo beer.
“Chim dai, Dhim mai dai,” I warned him that he could taste the beer, but not drink it.
Fenway took a quick sip.
A bigger smile.
Footsteps on the concrete soi.
My son knew them well.
His mother was coming.
It was cold.
Mam looked at us.
We said nothing.
Like father.