The kids were kids, holding their crossed shins on each chair, laughing, eating, playing with the cartoon characters and making faces.
Only Mei felt like a piece of furniture, one more than necessary. It was a quarter to nine. Mei was too upset to have a nice conversation with anyone. The thing about her at the moment was that she had lost herself in her own skin. And it was more than a regular formation that Mang could suit himself and her parents-in-law would take care of the kids. Quietly she withdrew to her room without taking any piece of fruit, without noticing Mang’s eyes staring at her.