us.â
âAll he ever does is ask for money.â
âYou know what I mean.â
The reverend inherited the congregation of First Presbyterian from his father, whoâd recently moved back to Korea after his retirement. Kyung preferred the elder Reverend Sung, a serious, bookish man who could silence any room by simply entering it. He was the only person Kyung could think to call after heâd threatened to kill Jin. When the reverend arrived at the house, he took Jin by the arm and made him kneel on the floor beside him. They stayed that way for over an hourâeyes closed, hands clasped together, praying in Korean while Mae and Kyung looked on. Jin cried the entire time, but Kyung wondered if it was all just for show, if heâd later be punished for bringing an outsider in. He stood off to the side, studying the candelabra on the mantel, the statues on the ledge, wondering which would make for a heavier weapon, which would crack open a human skull when he finally had to make good on his promise. No one was more surprised than he was when the hitting actually stopped, a change that Kyung always attributed to the elder Sungâs intervention.
âHow did all those people in the waiting room find out what happened?â
âI called the reverend last night.â
âBut if youâre so worried about putting this behind her, then why did you tell anyone? Now everybody at your church is going to know.â
Jin shakes his head. âThere are different kinds of forgetting.â
Kyung wonders if his father still has a concussion, if he thinks heâs making sense when he really isnât. He looks him over, stopping when he notices a small gold crucifix that someoneâthe reverend, probablyâpinned to his sling.
âStop staring at me,â Jin says.
âIâm not staring.â
But he is. Kyung turns and scans a nearby bulletin board. The only poster he can see clearly is for a needle-exchange program. IF YOU SHARE YOUR DRUGS, DONâT SHARE YOUR BLOOD , it warns in bright gold letters. The other posters are too small or far away to read, so he watches a pair of nurses walk through the corridor, wheeling equipment that rattles and scrapes across the floor.
âIâm fine, by the way. Thank you for asking.â Sarcasm doesnât sound right coming from Jinâs mouth. When his words hit the air, they turn into acid.
âI can see that already.â
What Kyung actually sees is his father looking old for the first time in his life. Gone are the expensive clothesâthe precisely ironed dress shirts and hundred-dollar tiesâagainst the backdrop of his enormous house and office. With the fluorescent lights bearing down on him, turning his skin a bluish shade of gray, Jin appears to have aged a decade overnight. Looking at him now, no one would ever guess what he used to be capable of.
âNot once,â Jin says, shaking his head.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âNot once did I think youâd save us.â
âSave you? How could I save you when I didnât even know what was happening?â
âThatâs the point.â
Thereâs a familiar thread of insult woven into all of this, but Kyung refuses to have the same argument again. Heâs not a good son; he knows this already. But heâs the best possible version of the son they raised him to be. Present, but not adoring. Helpful, but not generous. Obligated and nothing more.
âWhereâs your doctor? The Indian one? I want to talk to him.â
âHe came by earlier this morning before his shift ended.â
Kyung is upset with himself for arriving late and frustrated that everyone else forgot him. He lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. âThe next time Mom talks to a doctor or a policeman or anyone else, I want to be here. Do you understand? I want you to call me immediately.â
âSo now you actually want me to
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