“No, no, I just happen to think they have the best satay,” Peik Lin said defensively.
“Rubbish! Satay is the same wherever you go. I think Rachel’s mum would find Smith Street to be more colorful and authentic,” Nick argued.
“Authentic my foot, lah! If you really want authentic …” Peik Lin began.
Rachel glanced at her mother. “They can do all the arguing, we’ll just sit back and eat.”
“But why are they arguing so much over this?” Kerry asked, amazed.
Rachel rolled her eyes and smiled. “Let them be, Mom. Let them be. This is just how they all are.”
Acknowledgments
In your inimitable and wonderful ways, you have each been instrumental in helping me bring this book to life. I am forever grateful to:
Deb Aaronson
Carol Brewer
Linda Casto
Deborah Davis
David Elliott
John Fontana
Simone Gers
Aaron Goldberg
Lara Harris Philip
Hu Jenny Jackson
Jennifer Jenkins
Michael Korda
Mary Kwan Jack
Lee Joanne Lim
Alexandra
Machinist Pia
Massie Robin
Mina David
Sangalli Lief Anne
Stiles Rosemary
Yeap Jackie
Zirkman