Wing had had a soft spot for the charms of a woman when he was young--back in the days when dragons were wise,
and when emperors ruled with the sanction of heaven--and a little wit went a long way. And she was pretty
enough for a european. And clever enough, for a dumb foreigner. And the boy...well, he needed a lesson.
Really, more of a punishment. He had heard the slurs and insults--and worse ones--from dumber and crueler men
and women over the centuries. And surely, centuries ago he would have been more restrained and never done this.
Maybe he was just getting grumpy in his old age, he acknowledged.
"Ah!" He said, hobbling over a couple of rows. "I know just the thing for you!"
Jack continued to talk on his phone, barely noticing his girlfriend wandering deeper into the tall shelves.
After a few minutes--and a little searching--Mr. Wing turned to Leeann, and beamed. "This good medicine. You
see!"