The Uninvited

contemplate. A behavioural psychologistsuch as Stephanie Mulligan would haveknown what to do or say. I did not. So Ireached in my briefcase for the lime-greenpraying mantis I’d pre-creased on Arranand started constructing at Manchesterairport. While Sunny Chen recoveredhimself and paid the bill, I did the lasttwenty-eight folds and presented the paperinsect to him with both hands and a smallbow of the head.‘A gift.’It seemed to cheer him. ‘I want to takeyou somewhere,’ he said. ‘I will showyou what I mean about the spirits.’Outside, we caught another taxi: he hada brief conversation with the driver andwe drove through dense Taipei traffic.The rain stopped and the sky cleared.