Mister Lu

The Weed

The Weed One day I was standing in the courtyard talking to Mr Lu. All of a sudden he turned away, pointed threateningly at a weed, and yelled at it. “You said what?!” He pulled it up by its roots, broke it in two, smashed it to the ground and kicked it. Two male aides …

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The Bouquet

The Bouquet During an Arts-and-Crafts class I was admiring someone’s picture. Mr Lu came over with a picture twice as big, laid it down on top of the one I was looking at and said, “I have something for you, Frances.” I handed it to him. “Thank you, but I’m busy now.” He put it …

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