Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

at the house tonight. “Tell your father to stay home, and I’ll let you all know when to
come. Tonight is just for the family.” As if we’re not part of the family, fucking bastard!
Then he said, “Better start ordering the tents and folding chairs. We’re going to need a lot
of them.” I was still at Irene Wu’s house trying to acclimate the damn fish back into the
tank, so I told her the news and she started to lose it. “Oh no! Alamak! How to face
Astrid?” she cried, fleeing to her bedroom. I went back into the living room and when I
saw Astrid sitting there pouring tea like Princess Diana, I realized the spoiled bitch didn’t
have a clue that her grandma had just kicked the bucket. Kan ni na, I had to be the one to
tell her. Of course she was in total shock, but I don’t feel sorry for her one bit. She’s now
instantly a million times richer than she already is.
VICTORIA YOUNG
Third Daughter
The first thing that came into my mind when I saw her lying there with Eddie crying over
her body hysterically was: Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus. She has
been released, and so have I. I’m free at last. Finally free. I numbly put my hand on Alix’s
back, and tried to rub it soothingly while she stood looking at Mummy. I thought I might
cry, but I didn’t. I looked over at Cat, who was sitting in the armchair still holding
Mummy’s hand, and she wasn’t crying either. She was just staring out the window with a
rather odd look on her face. I suppose we must have all looked rather odd that day. I
started to consider the curtains—Mummy’s curtains with the point d’Alençon lace trim,
and I began to imagine how they would look in the front windows of the town house I
would buy in London. I could really see myself moving to one of those lovely town houses
in Kensington, perhaps on Egerton Crescent or Thurloe Square, just a stone’s throw from
the Victoria and Albert. I would use the V&A’s glorious library every day, and go for
afternoon tea at the Capital Hotel or the Goring. I’d attend All Souls Church every
Sunday, and maybe even start my own Bible-study fellowship. I could endow a chair in
theology at Trinity College, Oxford. Maybe I could even convert an old rectory in some
charming town in the Cotswolds. Someplace with a particularly smart and handsome
clergyman like that Sidney Chambers in Grantchester. Goodness me, one look at him in
that stiff clerical collar and I go weak in the knees!
MRS. LEE YONG CHIEN
Chairwoman Emeritus of the Lee Philanthropic Foundation, Su Yi’s Mah-jongg Kaki
I was at my Friday-afternoon mah-jongg game at Istana with the First Lady, Felicity
Leong, and Daisy Foo when Felicity got the call. She didn’t say anything to us at first—she
just started rummaging through her Launer handbag, saying she needed to find her
blood-pressure pills. Only after she had swallowed her pills did she say, “Ladies, I’m
terribly sorry to leave like this in the middle of a game, but I must go. My mother has just