Sometimes people think we’re sisters; we’re not, obviously; we’re just the same type—as people sometimes say —"the good type, the best type....Listening to that can get really boring.We reach our hotel after eight p.m. Adrianne hits the shower; she goes first since the bus was my fault. I wait for my turn watching some crap on TV; I have no energy for anything else. We’re finally done; it's 9:30; she's still a bit mad. It’s too late for anything. And indeed we have only some time for a quick spin. I was still talking around the railing and they joined me. Di patted my shoulder and gestured to me to move. I continued to pretend to talk and we moved to the lift lobby and then the parking lot.We drove home and our neighbor informed us that Mom went out to meet her friend in the neighboring street. We took the keys from them and entered. Jiju settled down on the couch and Di settled down beside him. I went inside my room and locked in.I lied on the bed and tried to console myself. I was not. The doctors say that her heart muscles were 'stunned' by the blow. Just as if you received a hard blow to your bicep, your arm would not work properly for a while. But this was far worse than just a blow to stun your bicep muscle. The heart has to keep beating regardless of its trauma."Although there aren't any ribs broken, there are hairline fractures to ribs and sternum ... and there may be something equally as bad as the trauma to her heart." Obviously trying to keep from breaking down,. Do you remember the middle of the seventh episode?”She smiled. “I remember it very well, even though I’ve never done it.” Yumiko grinned and said in Korean, “He’d damn well better make sure we get our bonus, and a nice tip as well.” He raised his eyebrows and Yeongmi added, “And I have an ideal party in mind.” She tapped in another code and the three left to go to his room. As he opened the door, the elevator opened and Chunxiang appeared in the identical outfit in green of the chaebol’s.