Chapter 24

In the dark, the main house sat elegantly among the low trees and shrubs. This room was the only one with a window facing that way. Where would Baby Gureum be in all that? He’d been born on the fourteenth of June, which made him eighteen days old today. Sleeping through most of the day was his job, but every so often, when he was awake, he’d scrunch his face up and smooth it out again all on his own, wave those mittened hands, kick noisily, and do all sorts of fascinating little things.