“And the son, Lim Tian Ching, what was he like?” I shivered despite the heat of the day, remembering my dream. Amah usually avoided speaking of him, but I thought I would see what I could worm out of her today. “Spoiled, I heard.” “I think so too.” I blurted this out without thinking, but she didn’t notice. “They said he wasn’t as capable as the nephew. Aiya, no point discussing him. Better not speak ill of the dead.”
