" There was enough land for a kwoon, Brent," Mary said. "That made me happy. I think you should consider a dry Zen garden outside the glass wall of th... kwoon's lounge." Zen gardens are primarily Japanese. Kung Fu is Chinese," I said, speaking in Cantonese."Zen Buddhism originated in India and moved to China around 475 AD, but I'll grant you that a dry Zen garden is Japanese in origin," she said, also speaking Cantonese."The look of dry Zen gardens does appeal to me. They're minimalist and have. "Now, this is a lot better," he said as he walked into the open living room."Yeah, no giant wall," Hope said as the man hugged her small frame."Absolutely," he said as he continued to walk."I like it," he said as he made the walk up the stairs.We had taken the old stairs out and made it circle to the top, not a small feat, but I was glad he liked our work. The landing was a bit smaller because of the room we had to take up, but he hardly seemed to notice.Each bedroom had some work done. After. As I entered in; there was another surprise that the restroom was decently clean and I could not figure out, which authority had taken over the control. First thing that annoyed me, was the empty paper towel dispenser and I had to look around to find a big stack of kind of facial napkins in the middle of the 3 cubicles. I got in and locked from the inside before taking a handful of them and sat on the commode to wipe dry my head and face. After drying myself, I looked to the side to find a hole. He had a weathered face and long sideburns in the same salt-and-pepper grey as the unruly mop of hair on his head. An unlit pipe hung from the corner of his mouth. His smile was kindly and relaxed."I admire yer da," he said conversationally. "He's a clever man, he is." He told me you are his best writer. Thinks you have the talent to do much more," I said in reply to his compliment."Aye. He's said as much. But ... Oi'm 'appy 'ere. Shannon has a good school, an' dis is a foin place ter live."I.