No. 39 by Mal BrouwerSoo Ling had quite the tiniest, most delicate hands Harry Booth had ever seen. In fact Soo Ling at sixteen still had the form and figure and innocence of a pre-pubescent child. Normally Soo Ling did not leave the kitchen. She sat high up on an old wooden stool pinching and filling the tiny fragrant dim sums that her uncle’s Chinese restaurant had become famous for. The speed with which her child like fingers formed the perfectly shaped balls and fluted their edges was dazzling. Soo Ling could produce so many dim sums that her uncle had begun packaging them and supplying to other Chinese restaurants. But he never supplied them to restaurants in the same area. Chang knew he had something special with Soo Ling and competition was fierce, and getting fiercer on the Costa Del Mar for Chinese restaurants. What happened to Soo Ling’s dim sums in Madrid or Barcelona, Chang did not care but here in Callala, The Golden Dragon would be the only restaurant ever to serve Soo Ling’s exquisite dim sums.