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Bob Lucky

Fraud

“I have,” Ashraf, our lawyer, gravely intones, “some unsavory news.” And it comes to pass that we are victims of a fraud, that the condo in downtown Kuala Lumpur is not ours, that a good chunk of our money is not recoverable, at least not any time soon. The legal beast is lumbering along like a good-intentioned but dim-witted giant, squashing our dreams. We try to be Panglossian about the situation, but tonight even the curry at our favorite hawker stall tastes off.

evening prayers
the call to our lawyer
unanswered