Afterwards, Ah-bing and myself, as well as my husband (you can call him Little Lü), would often go into the city to find an opponent for Father. Once we found someone, we’d invite them over and arrange a game. That’s how we satisfied Father’s love for go; satisfied his addiction. Even though this was a tiresome task, once we saw Father absorbed in the game, fascinated by it, we felt nothing but happiness. At the beginning, the search for adversaries was somewhat annoying, mostly because we had to rely on other people’s introductions, and so the range of abilities of these opponents was extremely large, the good mixed in with the bad. Some, for instance, had quite a reputation, but a very limited outlook, and even less ability. They were very difficult to convince to come round, and when they did, they often left angry … their abilities were just no match for Father’s. Later, Ah-bing was able to arrange, on the recommendation of a friend of a friend’s father who happened to be head of the membership committee, for Father to become a member of the local Go Association. From then on we were able to invite over a load of opponents, some highly skilled, others not so much.