your mind, donât you, Châotchae?â
At the word âgirlâ Châotchaeâs face flushed and Sonbiâs delicate figure floated before his eyes. Châotchae rolled to his side again.
âGood night, Yi Sobang.â
Knowing that the boy wasnât ready to talk, Yi Sobang decided to bring up the subject again on another day, and went to sleep.
Châotchae, however, did not sleep a wink. His mind ran in this and that direction all night long. As dawn broke the next morning, he finally sat up in bed, at the sound of a door in the inner room slowly opening. Shit! Another bastard spent the night here, thought Châotchae. He
resented to no end what his mother was still doingâdespite the fact she now had a full-grown son.
âHave a safe walk back home.â
âOkay.â
âWhen can you come again?â
âWeâll see.â
The man whispering to his mother was Yu Sobang, the man who worked for Tokho. And yet, Châotchae was actually glad to hear his voice. He jumped to his feet. As he opened the door to the room, Yi Sobang stopped him.
âWhat are you doing up so early?â
Yi Sobang had gotten out of bed and grabbed the seat of Châotchaeâs pants. Heâd been afraid that Châotchae might run out of the room and do something reckless.
By this time Châotchaeâs mother had softly shut the gate behind her and was coming back inside.
âMom!â
Normally Châotchae would have still been asleep at this hour, so his voice startled his mother, who stopped short. Afraid he might spring at her in a rage, she took a few steps back unsteadily.
Yi Sobang did not know how to ease the tension between mother and son, but he stood there trying to think of something. Châotchae, meanwhile, glared at his mother through the door, but without saying a single word slammed it shut and collapsed onto the floor. Only now could Yi Sobang sit down too.
23
Okchom had followed Sinchâol to MonggÅmpâo for a vacation on the beach, then brought him back home for a proper visit. And although Sinchâol had been planning to catch the morning train bound for Seoul today, Okchomâs powers of persuasion continued to pay offâat least in her mindâfor sheâd once again managed to keep Sinchâol from leaving. But it was less on account of Okchomâs charms than in response to Tokhoâs adamant protestations that Sinchâol had agreed to delay his departure. Truth be told, there was also something else about this household that had, for reasons beyond his control, made it difficult for Sinchâol to leave.
It had not been a simple matter of staying as a guest in someoneâs house for a single day or twoâindeed, he had been there for over a month already. And it was only because of his guilty conscience that he had originally decided to go back to Seoul. But Okchom was beaming now, and her eyes soaked in Sinchâolâs masculine physique.
âShall we walk to the melon hut?â
â Well . . . Maybe itâs not such a good idea for us to go alone.â
âWell, then,â replied Okchom, âwho would you like to come with us?â
Okchomâs powerful gaze seemed to penetrate right through him; he averted his eyes ever so slightly.
âYour father or mother. Either would be fine.â
âAre you serious, Sinchâol?â
âWell, wonât it be a little boring for us to go off alone into the countrysideâitâs the middle of nowhere!â
âYou know, youâre absolutely right. Shall I ask mother to join us?â
âIâll let you decide.â
Okchom sprang to her feet with a giggle and crossed to the inner room. Sitting in front of his desk, Sinchâol looked at his face reflected in the small standing mirror placed upon it, and then glanced out the window absentmindedly. There in his line of vision appeared Sonbi,