Chapter 8: Truth & Lies
âHow does she know you love her?â Strumming my guitar, I sing softly to the person standing in front of me whoâs trying to catch the fireflies hovering outside my window. The glow from the lamp on my table glistens softly off of smooth skin as a hand gently reaches out and hovers over the flowers.
âUse your feelings.â Focused on the glowing bugs, Win doesnât even spare a glance as he gives me direction. Is it possible to be jealous of insects?
âHow does she know sheâs yours?â I purposely drag out the last note, making it loud and obnoxious, knowing it will catch Winâs attention. I guess it is possible.
âPlease stop.â Finally turning to look at me, Win smiles in amusement. âThis is embarrassing.â
My head drops in mock defeat at his words. He might not have liked my âsingingâ but I got him to smile at me. I win.
Winâs phone suddenly gives a sharp ring so he pulls it out of his pocket to look at the message. Wide-eyed, he types a short reply and slips it back into his pocket. Grabbing my arm, he steps away from the window, pulling me with him.
âThat was PâTam.â Win shoves his books and papers back into his school bag. âPa and Ma are on their way home.â
âOh shit!â Since Winâs dad banned my presence, weâve barely gotten to spend any time together. Heâs even taken to timing Win on getting home from school. This evening was the first time both of Winâs parents were going to be gone. Thankfully, their house servant, PâTam, is willing to help us out. Sheâs got a soft spot for me since she practically raised the both of us.
âSee you at school, Pepper.â Waving, Win rushes out the door, leaving me behind.
âSee you, Mawin.â I doubt he can hear me but I say it anyway.
âŠâŠâŠâŠ.
The finalists in the band competition are announced this afternoon. PâOhm gave me the list to post outside our club room. As Iâm pinning it up, I notice my bandâs name is on the list. I canât wait to tell Win. Heâs gonna freak.
PâNoh comes up next to me and leans against the wall, trying to look casual but utterly failing. I step away and he looks closer at the list. A delighted smile lights up his face and I can guess why. The band Mafia is near the top, which means a certain student council secretary made the cut.
âWhy are you smiling, pâNoh?â Leaning to the side, I get a closer look at his face.
âHuh? Nothing.â PâNoh says quickly, his smile fading a little. Glancing again at the list, his smile sneaks back and he turns to walk away.
âWhere are you off to?â I ask him, even though I have a pretty good idea where⊠I mean who he is going to see. Though I donât know why, I do know he is on the outs with this person and it has had him in a foul mood all day. I have to tease him a little. âTo make up with pâPhun?â
âNo, just to let him know that his band made it through.â PâNoh answers without thinking. When he realizes what he just indirectly admitted to, his face scrunches up in annoyance and the tips of his ears turn red. Taking a half step closer, he raises a hand to point at me which is my signal to leave. Grinning at pâNoh, I quickly make my escape back into our club room. I have my own person I need to tell the results to anyway.
Inside the club room, I try to call Win but it goes directly to voicemail. Texting him doesnât get a response either. He must have forgotten to charge his phone. Frustrated, I put away the phone and gather up my stuff, shoving everything into my school bag. I still havenât gotten used to going home alone. The spot beside me as I walk through the gate and into the streets is empty. My adorable human shadow is missing.
After a very boring trip home from school, I collapse on my bed. Rolling onto my back, I put an arm behind my head and look around the room. My eyes fall on the jar of rocks and I immediate think of Win. My phone has been silent and Iâm beginning to worry. I wonder if his father is keeping the promise he made that night. Is my staying away really keeping Winnie safe? I havenât been able to spend any time with Win since the evening he helped me practice my song. It was the only night that both of his parents were gone.
Standing up, I walk over to the jar and grab a rock. I need to know if heâs alright. At school he always looks so sad but I canât tell if heâs hurt. I couldnât see any new bruises but that doesnât mean there arenât any. His father is usually very careful about where he leaves a mark so they can be easily hidden by clothes. I throw a rock across and hit Winâs window. Thereâs no response, so I throw another and another. Still nothing and my worry intensifies. Win should be home and, if heâs not, it means heâs gone to our spot. He only goes there without me if there is something wrong.
Sitting back down on my bed, I stare out the window at the sunshine pouring in and then over at the jar of rocks sitting in the shadows on my nightstand. I made a promise to stay away from Win to keep him safe. I made that promise but I canât keep it. If Win is hurting, I canât stay away. Making my decision, I leave the house and head out to find my best friend.
Sitting on a bench in the corner of the park, I see a lone figure hunched over and rubbing his eyes. His bright white shirt is wrinkled and half untucked from the distinctive blue shorts. Shoulders shaking slightly, he quietly sniffles. Walking up to Win, I sit down beside him but he doesnât notice.
âYour dad went too far with you again, didnât he?â While I canât see any damage, Iâm sure Iâm right. Keeping the anger out of my voice is difficult but I manage to keep my voice soft. The last thing my friend needs is another person screaming at him, even if it is in his defense.
Winâs dad is an adult. He made a promise. Is really too much to ask for him to stop hurting Win?
âItâs nothing.â After a long time, Win finally answers me but avoids looking into my eyes. âIt was my fault this time.â
We sit there in silence. He doesnât look at me and I canât look at him. We both know that heâs lying. Itâs not nothing. Itâs not his fault. No matter what Win has done, he canât deserve what his father does to him.
âPer, didnât you give him your word that youâd stay away from me?â With this question, he looks my way hesitantly, seemingly afraid of my answer. His eyes return to staring down at the ground.
âYour dad went back on his word, then so can I.â Thinking about it, this is the most logical answer. The deal was that he would stop hurting Win if I stayed away. He didnât keep his end of the deal. âItâs only fair.â
Win smiles a little, relief evident in his eyes. He doesnât want to be apart from me anymore than I want to be apart from him. Living next door to each other for so long, neither of us have ever really spent much time without the other. We have practically lived in each otherâs pockets.
âOne sec.â A vibration in my pocket gets my attention. Pulling my phone out, I check to see whoâs calling and my eyebrows raise. Looking over at Win, I smirk. âItâs Knott.â
âHello?â Leaning my elbow on my knee, I answer the call.
âHey Per! How come youâre not at the party?â Knott asks immediately. I can hear loud, rowdy voices in the background.
âParty? What party?â Okay. What the hell am I missing? How can there be a party without me?
âEveryone is at pâNohâs house.â He says as if I should already know that.
âNo one told me.â
âOh, I thought someone else did already. You better hurry. The sukiyaki is almost ready.â
âSukiyaki? Sure, sure.â Hell, yes, Iâm coming over if thereâs food. I look over at Win and pause. If Iâm going, Iâm taking him with me. I canât leave him to the uncertainty of his own house. âOne sec.â
âDo you have plans today?â I ask Win as I hold the phone away from my face.
âNo. I donât.â He thinks for a moment before looking at me and answering.
âYou do now.â I tell him happily, not bothering to ask if he wants to go with me. âLetâs go eat sukiyaki at pâNohâs place.â
âAre you sure?â Win looks off into the distance as he considers. âI donât know anyone there. I only know pâNoh.â
âItâs fine. They wonât mind!â I assure him. This group of guys is really chill and weâll have a lot of fun if I can just convince Win to go. He needs a break from all the drama in his life. âLetâs go.â
âBut, if I get home late, my dad will be even more mad.â A bit of fear enters Winâs eyes but he tries not to show it.
âHereâs what weâll do.â A sly smile crosses my face at this new idea of mine. âIf he doesnât let you into the house, then you can sleep at my place. Pack all your things, Iâll take care of you. Okay?â
Win slowly raises his eyes and stares at me. A twinkling of hope shining in his eyes now instead of fear. A sweet smile peaks out which he tries to hide and he looks back at the ground.
âSo, youâre coming, right?â I push a little more, knowing that heâs going to agree.
âHello, Knott?â Putting the phone back to my ear, I talk to our friend again. âWeâll be right there. Tell the guys not to eat so fast and wait for me. Iâm bringing Win, too. See you in a bit.â
âHurry your asses up. Iâm not promising about the food.â Knott laughs. âSee ya.â
âOkay. Bye-bye.â Hanging up, I stand and turn towards Win to hold out my hand. âCome on. Hurry up!â
Win looks up at me for a moment before reaching out to grab my wrist, sending a tingle across my skin. Ignoring the feeling, I pull him up and eagerly drag him out of the park. If we donât hurry, thereâs going to be no food left and we starve. Also, who knows what kind of interesting gossip we are missing.
âPâIm, pâAnn!â Arriving at pâNohâs house, I find his two house servants outside getting eaten by mosquitoes.
âHello, Nong Per!â The chubby cheeked pâIm greets me with a huge grin.
âHavenât seen you in a while now!â I wiggle my body like a two year old kid in feigned excitement.
âNong Per!â PâAnn shouts at me suddenly.
âYes?â
âYou brought a friend?â She asks in interest, smiling widely. I can see where this is heading.
âPlease donât hurt him.â Putting my hands on my hips, I watch as she gets up close to Win. Both of these women are crazy for cute boys and thereâs no one cuter than my Win.
âHeâs so adorable.â PâAnn puts a hand on either side of Winâs face as she admires him.
âPlease donât. No.â Moving quickly, I remove her hands so she canât molest him further. Win is laughing at our antics. âDonât hurt him. Donât hurt him.â
âI was just getting into it!â Stomping one foot, pâAnn faces off with me, her short pigtails bouncing on her shoulders. PâIm shakes pâAnnâs arm and nods over to Win. Batting her eyelashes, pâAnn turns back to him and smiles coyly. âCan I have your number? You can have my number. 0-8-9âŠâ
â23999âŠâ I break into her recitation and Win giggles even more. He hasnât said a word and a pink blush tinges his cheeks at the attention, making him even more adorable.
âIâm never cooking you food ever again!â PâAnn threatens, shaking a finger at me.
âWe gotta go now!â Not wanting her to actually follow through with that threat, I grab Winâs hand and pull him towards the door. Win pulls back, refusing to go further. âWhat? What now? Weâre already here!â Win shakes his head and looks at me in question. âCome on! You ran out of excuses!â Ignoring his resistance, I drag him into the house.
Coming in, we greet everyone with a wai and sit down on an empty spot on the floor across from pâNoh and pâPhun. (I guess those two made up since they are smiling happily at each other again.) Thankfully, there is still plenty of food left for us. Grabbing a couple bowls, I fill them up and hand one to Win. The atmosphere around the room is very relaxed and gets more boisterous as the evening wears on and the alcohol disappears along with the food.
Looking across from us, Iâm amused when I see pâPhun filling up pâNohâs bowl with tofu. PâNoh tries to stop him, saying that he has enough, but pâPhun just keeps finding tasty bits and giving them to him. At his limit, pâNoh finally makes the comment that heâs gonna be shitting tofu in rectangles. Their conversation gets really quiet after that so I turned back to Win. Seeing that his bowl is empty, I grab it and refill it again, making sure to put in plenty of tofu in case pâPhun decides to steal the rest for pâNoh.
âHey, hey, hey, everyone.â After everyone is finished eating, a somewhat tipsy pâOhm calls for our attention. âLetâs play the Truth Game.â
âHow does it work?â One of the guys asks.
âConfused?â PâOhm asks before continuing. âYouâve never played it right? Thatâs no good. To make this crystal clear for everyone, weâre gonna go over the rules again because we have new members with us today. Per, Phun, and nong Mawin.â He points the bottle at each of us and I wonder why Knott isnât included. When did he play this with the guys? Where was I?
âHereâs how this game works. Iâm gonna spin this bottle.â PâOhm holds up the glass bottle then points to the mouth of it with his free hand. âWhoever this thing points to, they will have to answer the question honestly. They gotta tell the truth.â
âThe truth?â I have to ask. Itâs not like I have a lot of secrets but, the ones I do have, Iâd rather not share. Thatâs not going to stop me from playing the game, of course. Iâm no chicken.
âHow do we spin that bottle?â Noh asks, indicating the mess of dirtied plates and left over food scattered on the table.
Everyone works together to clear off the table, piling the plates and utensils in the sink and putting the food back in the refrigerator. It takes almost no time at all and we are sitting around the table again ready for the game. PâOhm sets the empty bottle on the table and spins it. The first victim in pâKhom who ends up admitting that heâs still a virgin and that he doesnât date a girl to get into her skirt. Itâs pâKhomâs turn to spin the bottle but he doesnât let it go on its own. His hand reaches out and forces it to stop⊠pointing at me!
âHey! This game is so rigged!â I accuse him while laughing.
âGive him a hard question.â PâOhm whispers to pâFilm. Why pâFilm is asking the question instead of pâKhom, I donât know. Iâd prefer pâKhom because, heâs such a good guy, I doubt heâd ask anything too outrageous. PâFilm is a whole different story, especially with pâOhm egging him on.
âHow many convent girls have you fucked so far?â Getting a serious look, pâFilm points at me as he asks the question.
âNo way!â I should have known it would be this after what they asked pâKhom. This is not a question I want to answer and I am uncomfortably aware of the warm presence of Win beside me. Tell the truth and shock everyone. Tell the lie and shock him. âNever, I never have.â
âPer, if you donât tell the truth then Iâm gonna kick your ass.â PâOhm threatens me. Damn, I am not going to get out of this one. They only want one answer, the answer I donât want to give.
âOnly the convent girls?â Rubbing my chin, I ask trying to be cocky.
âYeah.â
âAll the convents?â I smile wickedly, making a joke of it.
âYes! What else is there?â PâFilm demands.
âOkay.â Thinking back, I try to remember every name. Itâs not easy to keep these straight. â1, 2, 3, 4, 5.â
âThere are 6.â Knott corrects me.
âI only counted 5!â Iâm sure itâs five. What name did I forget?
âWanna count together then?â Knott challenges as if he knows better than me.
âOkay.â I agree and we say the names together. âRoong, Fah, Ple, Som, and Fern⊠and who else?â
âDid you forget about pâNing?â Grinning, Knott knows heâs got me. I had forgotten that name. Damn his fucking memory.
âOh, yeah.â It sounds so bad. At this rate, Iâm going to have the reputation of a man-whore. âSo thatâs 6.â
âBetter be using protection, man.â Eyes wide, PâNoh shakes his head at me.
âYes.â Looking down at the table, I answer him. Since it is pâNoh saying that to me, I wonât get defensive. I know how much he cares about us.
Itâs my turn to spin the bottle and this time it stops on the biggest loudmouth in the group. âYouâre so lucky, pâOhm!â
âAre you gonna ask a question or not?â Making a grab for the bottle, pâ tries to get us to skip him. âIf not, Iâm gonna spin it now.â
âWait! Chill.â Stopping him, I consider my question. There is something I have been very curious about and I know the rest have been too. âHereâs my question for you. Short and simple. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with Mick?â
âWeâre bothers.â Leaning back on the couch that heâs sprawled on, pâOhm answers with a straight face, but no one believes him.
As the others argue with pâOhm, I notice that Win has left my side. I look around the room and then get up to go search for him. Not finding him on the first floor, I head up the stairs to Nohâs room, but find it empty. Just as Iâm about to leave, I catch a glimpse of Win standing outside on the deck and walk out to him. Heâs gazing sadly up at the stars and it pulls at my heart.
âWhatâs wrong?â Stepping up next to him, I lean my elbows on the railing. âWhy didnât you tell me you were leaving?â
âItâs nothing.â The slight scowl on his face says otherwise.
âWere you uncomfortable?â Rubbing my hands together, I worry that this party is too much for my quiet friend. The guys in my club are a bit rough and crude at times but they are all good guys.
âNot really.â Shaking his head, Win denies it.
âWhatâs wrong then?â If Winnieâs not happy, I canât just let it be. Heâs my responsibility. âDo you wanna go home?â
âNo way. Itâd be rude if I leave now.â He frowns at me.
âNah. Iâll drop you off.â I wave off his concerns. âYou wanna leave?â
âAnd youâll come back?â Win asks, though it doesnât really sound like a question. He already knows my answer.
âYeah, Iâm having fun.â I give him the answer he expects. Truthfully, I doubt I would come back if I take him home.
âThen thatâs okay.â As if my answer is his answer, Win follows my lead. âIâm staying. Iâll go back inside in a bit.â
âIs there something wrong?â Though he hasnât said anything yet, I can tell there is still something bothering him. I have an idea that itâs what I said in the game, but Iâm not going to bring it up unless he does. Win shakes his head, but I get closer and look into his eyes. âWhatâs wrong? Hmm? Whatâs the matter?â
âNothingâs the matter.â Win says again with another shake of his head, making his bangs loosely swing over his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â Getting even closer to his face, I can almost feel his breath on my lips. This close up, I can see every detail of Winâs face, from the shine of his dark brown eyes to the velvety smoothness of his skin and the pink fullness of his lips. Itâs an irresistible combination and Iâm a bit in awe as I look at him.
âWhat are you doing?â Confusion in his eyes, Win looks at my parted lips. I get even closer and make a face at him to break the awkward tension between us. He shoves me away with one hand. âFine.â
âTell me whatâs bothering you.â Leaning on the railing, I wait for him to explain.
âAbout you sleeping with all those convent girlsâŠâ Win finally admits.
âWhy? Jealous?â Grinning, I tease him but he doesnât respond and I feel a weird hollowness in the pit of my stomach. âIâm only kidding. Why?â
âWellâŠâ Pausing, Win looks down at me and I can see the hurt in his eyes. âIs it true?â
âI never told you, right?â I canât look at him. This is something that I never really wanted him to find out about. A truth he already knows, but doesnât realize, hidden by a pack of lies that I didnât tell him. Itâs time to come clean. âIf I tell you this, do you promise not to tell anybody?â
âThe truth isâŠâ I continue after Win nods his head in agreement, wringing my hands as I lean on the railing. âIâve never slept with any of those girls. I made it all up.â
âThen why do all the guys believe that?â Win asks in confusion, not quite sure if he believes me or not. âEven Knott knows all their names.â
âBecause once you lie, you canât just take it back.â This is not my proudest moment. I feel embarrassed that I have to admit my failings, but itâs better than Win getting the wrong idea. I donât really care what everyone else thinks of me as long as Win knows the truth. âYou know how once you start lying about something, youâll have to keep lying to cover up the previous lie? Plus, Knott knows everything I do. He knows if I talk to someone⊠but only talking. No one would actually wanna be with me.â
Thereâs a smile on my face, laughing at how ridiculous I am, but there isnât any humor behind it. The fact is that I am very ordinary, just a skinny teenage guy with a mouth full of metal. Iâm actually surprised that any of the guys believe the stories about my sexual prowess. Sure, Iâve made out with a couple girls when weâve had too much to drink which is why Knott believes the lies. Iâve even spent the night with a few, talking until we passed out. I may not be the most handsome guy out there but I am a really good listener and have been âfriend zonedâ more times than I can count. I donât mind since its nice having a warm body next to me during the darkest hours of night… though it always feels like thereâs something missing.
âIâm telling you this because youâre a really close friend.â Win grins down at me, his mood a lot lighter than before. Reaching up, I ruffle his hair and rest my arm on his shoulders. Our eyes meet and, for some reason, my heart flutters in my chest. Seeing him happy warms me inside and out. After a little while, we make our way back downstairs to find the Truth Game had already ended.
âHow did it go?â I ask the room at random.
âPer, where the hell did you go?â Knott demands while hitting the buttons on the game controller in his hands. âEveryone already stopped playing.â
âHow come?â Damn, I wanted to see some other secrets get spilled from these fuckers. They are always ragging on me so itâd be great to have something on them.
âIt kept pointing at me and I got pissed off so I quit.â PâOhm grumbles from the couch.
âHow can you do that? I didnât get to play.â My disappointment is obvious and Win rolls his eyes at my childish behavior.
âWhy canât I?â Focusing his eyes on me, pâOhm continues belligerently. âI started the game, I could also stop the game.â
âCheater.â I mumble under my breath.
âCome massage my leg, Per.â Slapping his thigh, pâ stretches his long legs out in front of him.
âHere?â Walking over, I kneel down and press around his knee and down his shin. It doesnât occur to me to protest his demand until I already have my hands on his skin. Sometimes, I really wonder about me.
PâOhm brushes me off as he pulls a school bag onto his lap. The weird (and sorta creepy) doll⊠is that a gnome?… on the bag identifies it as Nohâs. Without any consideration, pâ opens it up and digs through the contents. PâPhun comes into the room and plops himself down on the arm of the couch next to pâOhm.
âWhat are you doing?â Sitting next to pâOhm, Knott stops playing his game and watches our senior.
âTrying to keep myself entertained.â Intent on the bag, pâ doesnât even look up to answer. After pulling out a few school books, he holds up an unmarked CD. âWhatâs this CD?â He holds it out to me. âPlay it.â
âMe?â I can guess why he wants me to play it.
âThat way I can blame it on you.â PâOhm answers, confirming my suspicions.
âWhat are you guys doing?â After coming down the stairs, pâNoh stops on the other side of the table.
âGonna play this CD.â Holding up the disc, I give him a wide grin.
PâNohâs reaction to seeing the disc is extreme. Eyes wide as Frisbees, his whole body freezes in shock. Iâm not even sure if heâs still breathing. He comes back to himself and looks over at pâPhun, panic evident in his features.
âGo on!â PâOhm shoves my shoulder to get me moving.
As I try to stand up, pâNoh suddenly makes a grab for the CD. The other guys take it out of my hands and pâ is practically climbing on top of me to get to it. He finally manages to wrestle it out of pâPhunâs hand and runs into the kitchen.
âNoh, what the hell?â Everyone stares after pâNoh as if heâs lost his mind. What the hell was on that disc that pâ doesnât want people to see? The way he acted, you would have thought it has the nationâs biggest secrets on it⊠or some really kinky ass porn.
âYou canât even share with your friends?â
âGive it back! We want to see!â
âThereâs no CD, but his phone is still here.â PâOhm holds up his prize, the phoneâs cover a graphic black and white picture of a wolfâs face. Thereâs a passcode on the phone and pâ tries several number combinations, including ones the rest of us suggest, but none of them work. Holding out his hand, pâPhun takes the phone from pâOhm, who gives it up easily, already bored. Seconds later, pâPhun holds the phone up with a triumphant smile, showing the unlocked screen.
âPâPhun knows.â
âYou got in?â
âYeah. He knows.â PâOhm says as if itâs a given that pâPhun would know the code.
Shortly after, pâPhun sets the phone on the arm of the couch that he just vacated and excuses himself. His face is white as a sheet. He quietly leaves the house without even telling pâNoh. This does not bode well. I freaking hope they donât get into another fight because pâNoh gets super bitchy when they do.
âWhereâd Phun go?â PâNoh asks when comes back from the kitchen. The disc is noticeably absent from his hands.
âI donât know.â The game controller in his hands, pâOhm answers him as he concentrates on the TV screen. âHe left, I guess. I saw him play with your phone then he left.â
âMy phone?â Picking up his phone, pâNoh unlocks it and his eyes get huge at whatever he sees. First a crazy ass CD he wonât let anyone watch and now thereâs something freaky on his phone. Iâm really beginning wonder about our club president.
âYeah, your phone.â PâOhm barely glances away from the game as he continues. âYou put a passcode on it. None of your friends could figure it out. Phun only had to try it once or twice. Howâd he figure out the passcode anyway?â Before pâOhm had finished the question, pâNoh was out the front door and gone, leaving the rest of us in confusion⊠again. Pâ is really acting weird tonight.
âPer.â Tugging on my sleeve, Win stands up. âWe should probably leave since pâNoh isnât here. Besides, I need to get home.â
âSure, sure.â Nodding, I follow him up and to the door where we give everyone a wai.
âLeaving already?â PâOhm asks as he sets down the controller.
âI need to take Win home.â Patting the top of Winâs head, I smile at pâOhm.
âUh huh.â A teasing glint enters pâs eyes as I open the door to leave and he winks at me. âMake sure your wifey gets home safe.â
âShouldnât you be calling Mick to wish him a goodnight?â Sticking my tongue out, I grab Winâs wrist and drag him out of the house before pâ can react.
It didnât take long for us to make it back home. The dark streets arenât very busy at this time of night and the street lamps light our way with a harsh glow. PâNohâs house isnât that far away so we are able to walk the whole way home. When we get to the edge of his property, Win quickly scans the house. Most of the windows are dark and the front porch light is on waiting for him.
âI think my dad went to bed already.â Raising a finger to his lips, Win signals to keep our voices down and we wave goodbye. I watch as he heads into his house and the quiet of the night surrounds me. I continue on to my home without worry.
After greeting my Ma, I go up to my room and crawl onto my bed, adjusting the pillow so I can lean comfortably against my headboard. A manga I had been reading off and on is open and face down on my nightstand. Not yet ready to go to sleep, I pick it up and start reading, but Iâm too restless for it. Tossing the book onto my bed, I look around for something else to do.
âPer!â Maâs voice yells from the bottom of the stairs. âCan you come downstairs? Someone is here to see you.â
âYes!â Looking at my watch, I wonder who the hell could be stopping by at this hour. If itâs any of my friends, Iâm never going to hear the end of it from Ma. I scramble off my bed and make my way down the stairs to the brightly lit family room where I can hear voices quietly talking. The soft feminine tones means it is definitely not one of the guys.
âAh, Per. Mawinâs mother is here to see you.â Spotting me in the doorway, Ma calls me into the room.
âHello.â I greet the older woman with a wai and sit down cautiously. Thereâs something about the way she is looking at me that makes me uncomfortable. Sheâs gripping a large box which looks a little familiar but I canât place where Iâve seen it before.
âHello, Per.â Winâs mother returns my wai then goes back to gripping the box, avoiding looking directly at me again. My stare goes from her to the nondescript box and a cold shiver creeps up my spine. Somehow, I really donât want to know whatâs in that box and I really donât want to hear what she has to say. Every instinct in me is telling me to run, that I donât want to be sitting here in this bright room with this nervous woman and her black box.
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