He had asked the receptionist to go into the closed café and get him some ice for his glass and he sat there with the glass, the ice, his own bottle of Sang Som and an ashtray, placid and watchful and totally sober. The rum burned his tongue and he enjoyed its ferocity, the way it seared the inner lining of his cheeks then gave up the ghost as it slithered down his throat. The cursed rain was back and the lights around the pool were going off one by one like a city closing down for the night. He always enjoyed those moments of closure and incoming darkness and it was usually when he took to the bottle in his cold and controlled way. He was raising his glass, in fact, when Robert and Sophal came through the glass doors and swept across the lobby arm in arm. He knew at once that it was the Englishman though he was surprised to see him with a very young and attractive Khmer girl. They always managed to snag one, didn’t they? He lowered his glass and smiled at them with his eyes and they could not fail to notice him.
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