( She seems, at first, as if she might laugh, back and shoulders convulsing under a spell of harsh, irregular breath.
But no mirth leaves her, and then she is picking at the pheasant roasting before her, testing the meat, as if the conversation has long conceded what little appeal it once held. )
Our son was handsome. Strong. Gifted. You could already tell, by his ninth spring. He would be — extraordinary.
( For whatever measure of the word can be applied in a village such as Ke-Waihu. )
Then, the Brother bubbled and warmed, and the call came for the old giving. ( This turn, she does laugh, and it is a simple, strange thing. Shrill. ) And Hyang-Won, did I not tell you? He was not of the faith.
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But no mirth leaves her, and then she is picking at the pheasant roasting before her, testing the meat, as if the conversation has long conceded what little appeal it once held. )
Our son was handsome. Strong. Gifted. You could already tell, by his ninth spring. He would be — extraordinary.
( For whatever measure of the word can be applied in a village such as Ke-Waihu. )
Then, the Brother bubbled and warmed, and the call came for the old giving. ( This turn, she does laugh, and it is a simple, strange thing. Shrill. ) And Hyang-Won, did I not tell you? He was not of the faith.