Rosa was a devout Christian.
She had a statue of Jesus for every day of the year.
She burnt candles twenty four hours a day.
She left a light on in her shrine room 24 hours a day.
But she complained about me plugging my computer in a socket for ten minutes.
'That's going to cost me a fortune.'
Not as much as what its costing you to leave that light on in your prayer room 24 hours a day.
'That's different,' she said.
She saw me as using up all her electricity.
She didn't like Betsy, her Burmese friend.
'She always drinks my coffee.'
That meant I always drank her coffee.
I had been filling it up for the past four months.
'Are you sure?' she asked, raising her eyebrows.
'I'm sure I've bought the fish and chips for the past five times and that you have never bought me fish and chips.'
'Are you sure?' she asked, raising her eyebrows.
I sometimes doubted my sanity.
My doctor ordered me away from her.
'It's obvious she knows that you are generous on Duromine and she's taking you for a long ride.'
It was true. When I told her I had doubled up on the pill, she said I should triple or even quadruple up.
Rosa was a mastermind of fucking up people's lives.
I had heard her brother, ten years younger than her, had been admitted a few times.
'He and his wife will be insane by the time I'm done with them.'
Rosa's cover as a Portuguese Euroasian and devout Christian was perfect for Big Tit Inc.
'We better get her out on her on a real assignment,' said Max, who said that at this rate, Rosa would have licked out every available female in Bangkok.
