The afternoon is in December, the steak is fine, the moment is unforgettable. The writer is educating the journalist. Gracefully. Wisely. Kindly. Inadvertently. I’m at lunch with the delightful Ovidia Yu, the celebrated Singapore author, and in conversation she politely asks if I have ever written fiction.
“Two pages,” I glumly say.
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