We’d met them for supper in the Greek Restaurant in town. They were friends of a friend, over here from Hong Kong. Two men and a woman. Open and friendly, we enjoyed their company. We were seven in all and the woman was perched on the end. There was a slight chill and she wore a grey cardigan. Underneath the cardigan was a T-shirt. As I listened to their chat I tried to read the words. There was an A and an N and a K. YANKEE, I thought. I saw he was looking too. Then she removed her cardigan.
Did you see her t-shirt? he said to me in the car driving home. Yes, I said. Do you think she knows what it means? I asked. Who knows? he said, who knows.