Monsoon season had arrived, and it was raining just as heavily in Esan as it was in Bangkok. Holding his tablet like it was a talisman, he gazed longingly at his new
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer wife as they spoke via video chat, but it was sort of hard to hear Nok talk over the rattle of the rain pattering at the roof of her house.
She told him that tomorrow her cousin would stop by to pick up the amulet she’d left over there in the hotel room.
Before he could ask where she’d left it, she hurried off the call, saying her mother needed help cooking, and she air-kissed him goodnight.