‘Norman’s here,’ she heard Nora’s calm voice behind her.
‘Famous author. My husband,’ thought Lisa with some affection.
The couple graciously obliged the frenzied photographers.
Lisa smiled as he sat next to her, watching the distant Kowloon skyline.
‘Hmm. I gotta check on that pasta,’ muttered Nora, adjusting the shoulder-strap so Norman could be comfortable.
Having two heads and one body was complicated.