Questions I certainly didn’t want to answer. With no obvious better option, I headed back to the living room where Ethan was leaning into the fridge... making a second attempt at getting us a beer. He was fully clothed now and had cleaned up the beer I’d thrown on the floor earlier. All evidence of our indiscretion effectively erased.“Pizza’s on its way.” He said, as he cracked a beer open, his voice remarkably devoid of any hint that anything untoward had transpired.We watched the game, drank. “Are you ok, Steve? You look sick!” I struggled to recover and stand, took a deep breath, and said in English “Hi Kim, yes I am fine; this is Ping; Yen arranged for her to study English with me over dinner; Ping, Yen’s Aunty Kim.” Kim said “Oh, Yen told me all about you, Ping, happy to meet you.” Switching languages as we all sat back down again, they babbled away while I refilled my glass and lit a cigarette, my mind in turmoil at how far Yen had gone to ‘take care’ of me. I hoped she was busy. She’d stopped writing too because little was coming back. And that was before the marriage. Still . . . Penny reached back for the will to more closely examine that, but just then the lights went out. Her first thought was what sort of backwater place was this that cut the power at night. That was her second thought too, but then she thought, oh, well, she was exhausted anyway and had experienced too much today already. She downed the last of the wine in her glass and felt her way through the. Though, you’ve got some catching up to do.” She giggled at the end of that sentence, her smile warm as ever.“Since this will be your first time, Jamie,” Sandra chimes in now, “We’ll probably take turns, so you get an idea of what to expect. I’m sure you know what happens when you eat, probably in your room or your car right? Now you’ll know what it’s like to finally eat with someone else. And trust me, girl, we eat.”Only a couple more minutes pass before Jamie’s food arrives, followed by a.