We were trying to figure out what the movie on TV was.
“That’s Denise Richards,” Alec declared with an air of certainty.
“Ew, she looks bad. Was this, like, before she became famous or something?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “I can’t say for sure until I’ve seen her cleavage.”
* * *
Monsoon skies opened during our drunken chicken noodle lunch on Jalan Alor, which confirmed that a mall was the easiest place in the vicinity to spend the rest of the afternoon.
After two hours of wandering around after me, Alec was getting silent and morose.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear,” I said, “Are you getting bored of shopping?”
“No,” he said, furrowing his brow, “I’m just really disappointed. The stuff on these floors just isn’t anywhere as good as the stuff you were buying yesterday.”