Want spicy tonight?’ I asked. ‘Szechuan lamb, extra spicy and some tangerine chicken.’ ‘And some Peking Ravioli,’ I added. ‘Damn Yankees,�...� Peggy said with a smile. ‘Only you guys call them Peking Ravioli. Everyone else in the world calls them pot stickers or Jiaozi. Of course in Japanese restaurants they are gyōza. You have to be different because Joyce Chen called them Peking Ravioli at her Cambridge restaurant all those years ago. ‘Outside Chinatown, in Boston no one knew much about Chinese. I like the taste and it’s a better deal financially. At one time, that was more important than it is now. When I played in college, we would have a beer after most games.”“Jar, I’m surprised you don’t have a steady guy or are married.”“That hasn’t and isn’t my interest. I like my independence and haven’t found a guy who can stay with me.”“What qualities does this super guy have?”“He was to be smart, a gentleman, physically able, have a faith of which he’s not ashamed, and it would help if he’s. I’ll make a sandwich. Go and unpack whatever it is you’ve brought home.’ I saw her deflate. She had been full of her news when she arrived, now she looked disappointed and wandered off. I made a stilton and salad sandwich and opened a bottle of Shiraz, and sat to eat it at the kitchen table. She came back in, her face creased with worry. I picked the bottle up as an invitation and she nodded. I poured her a glass and she sat down opposite me. ‘Graham I’m sorry,’ she pleaded. ‘I didn’t think. “You guys are going to get burned, you keep playing with fire,” Carrie was smiling. She wasn’t fooled, she knew who she had made love to. She looked at Sarah for confirmation, and her blank look sobered her. “You’re not sure?”Sarah rounded on the two grinning guys, “You didn’t, did you?” Sarah knew the answer, but this was fun. The k**s were playing nicely, the older amusing both toddlers, the morning was dreary, and this was good diversion.Gord leered, “I guess if you don’t know, no harm was.