Mr Tai asked the bank clerk to check twice, but the system still recorded him paying cash into his account on each of the past three days.
Yes, he was tired - that was hardly surprising.
He was 70 years old and, since suddenly becoming the family's sole breadwinner, he'd kept his small shop open much longer in the forlorn hope that 16-hour days could bridge the gap between what he usually earned and what they needed to survive.
However, despite his efforts, he wasn't too tired to be certain he'd been nowhere near a bank for almost a week.
As he pondered this mystery, his grandson, Ethan Tai Sui-man, sat snoring gently in an otherwise empty classroom in St Jude's International School.
Sam just got his hand out as his locker slammed shut. 'What the ...'
Leaning against the door, Maya looked decidedly unrepentant. 'What's going on with Ethan?'
