My Spy Years

He clutched his ticket pouch tightly, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized every passenger up and down. "Tickets for those boarding!" he shouted from his perch.,Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.,Today is the anniversary of my late wife and youngest son's passing. All the kids drink well, both daughters can have a couple of drinks too.。