beliefs make the impassive. That's why they're such peaceful and friendly people. They don't even have the word 'jealous' in their language. Isn't it amazing? ”
Charlene talked endlessly about her scholarly discoveries in the past few months, and Sharon tried hard to suppress her urge to a yawn . She was so tired and sleepy but felt reluctant to leave Charlene. She probably drifted off at some point, and had no idea how long Charlene had talked. But suddenly she realized that Charlene had stopped and she was aware of the sound of the night: t here were ins ects chirping on the shore. It was then Sharon heard a symphony of moaning from the farther part of the lake.
“What’s making that noise?” Sharon asked curiously .
“ Mating calls of b ullfrogs.” Charlene laughed. “ Here are the lyrics: 'Hey babe! My voice i s the loudest and my genes are the best! Mate with me! Our babies will be the healthiest !' The sound is a major tourist attraction. Often tourists record it.”
"So cute!" Sharon laughed. I mpress ed by the thunderous moaning from such tiny creatures , she sat listened attentively for awhile. Then she yawned. “I think it’s time for bed, Charlene. Let me walk you to your room.”
Sharon insisted on helping Charlene with the exercise the town doctor had prescribed. The exercise looked simple: i t involved sitting on the edge of the bed and lying down on each side of the upper body alternatively. But to Charlene it wasn't, since problem was in her left ear, she felt dizzy e ach time when she lay down on her left side , and had to close her eyes tightly for awhile to cope with the feeling of imbalance.
Sharon saw the frowning on her sister's face and felt the pain. But she didn't want to start an argument again, so she kept her worries to herself.
When Sharon finally sank into the luxurious queen size bed, she sighed with content. It had been the longest day of her life, and the most adventurous. The fact that Charlene didn’t look as bad as she had imagined soothed her quite a bit. And the fact that Charlene had agreed to go back with her in case she didn’t get better also comforted her. The worries that had weighed on her for the past forty hours had drifted away little by little and she felt relaxed. It would be a nice little vacation by the lake. And maybe a little… she couldn’t stop her thoughts from going astray. Nobul had not returned yet. He might be in bed with Namu. The possibility that Namu was enjoying that glowing body was unbearable.
Nobul returned to Shangari-la soon after all the lights were out. He left the gate open for his brother who would return soon, and leaned on the pillar next to an azalea bush. After lighting a cigarette, he glanced up at the room where their new guest was occupying.
His heart pulsated as he again thought of the intriguing creature that he had met a few hours ago. Reserved yet daring. Fragile but proud. Her arrival had brought him excitement. She wasn’t one of those pleasure-seeking tourists that he had played with. She had come for her dear sister and didn’t have any interest in the place or in him. Yet she had trembled in his arms…the remembering of the feel of her body stirred him again. He longed to rip off her coat of snow and kindle the fire inside her. Why did he only long for the impossible? He might have had less worries over the years if he hadn’t given up his secure mountain life to pursue his dream of becoming a world famous architect. Why wouldn’t he settle for something readily available? Namu had nearly lost her subtlety when she told her that Binma would be sleeping with his grandmother for the night. But he couldn’t get up the
Charlene talked endlessly about her scholarly discoveries in the past few months, and Sharon tried hard to suppress her urge to a yawn . She was so tired and sleepy but felt reluctant to leave Charlene. She probably drifted off at some point, and had no idea how long Charlene had talked. But suddenly she realized that Charlene had stopped and she was aware of the sound of the night: t here were ins ects chirping on the shore. It was then Sharon heard a symphony of moaning from the farther part of the lake.
“What’s making that noise?” Sharon asked curiously .
“ Mating calls of b ullfrogs.” Charlene laughed. “ Here are the lyrics: 'Hey babe! My voice i s the loudest and my genes are the best! Mate with me! Our babies will be the healthiest !' The sound is a major tourist attraction. Often tourists record it.”
"So cute!" Sharon laughed. I mpress ed by the thunderous moaning from such tiny creatures , she sat listened attentively for awhile. Then she yawned. “I think it’s time for bed, Charlene. Let me walk you to your room.”
Sharon insisted on helping Charlene with the exercise the town doctor had prescribed. The exercise looked simple: i t involved sitting on the edge of the bed and lying down on each side of the upper body alternatively. But to Charlene it wasn't, since problem was in her left ear, she felt dizzy e ach time when she lay down on her left side , and had to close her eyes tightly for awhile to cope with the feeling of imbalance.
Sharon saw the frowning on her sister's face and felt the pain. But she didn't want to start an argument again, so she kept her worries to herself.
When Sharon finally sank into the luxurious queen size bed, she sighed with content. It had been the longest day of her life, and the most adventurous. The fact that Charlene didn’t look as bad as she had imagined soothed her quite a bit. And the fact that Charlene had agreed to go back with her in case she didn’t get better also comforted her. The worries that had weighed on her for the past forty hours had drifted away little by little and she felt relaxed. It would be a nice little vacation by the lake. And maybe a little… she couldn’t stop her thoughts from going astray. Nobul had not returned yet. He might be in bed with Namu. The possibility that Namu was enjoying that glowing body was unbearable.
Nobul returned to Shangari-la soon after all the lights were out. He left the gate open for his brother who would return soon, and leaned on the pillar next to an azalea bush. After lighting a cigarette, he glanced up at the room where their new guest was occupying.
His heart pulsated as he again thought of the intriguing creature that he had met a few hours ago. Reserved yet daring. Fragile but proud. Her arrival had brought him excitement. She wasn’t one of those pleasure-seeking tourists that he had played with. She had come for her dear sister and didn’t have any interest in the place or in him. Yet she had trembled in his arms…the remembering of the feel of her body stirred him again. He longed to rip off her coat of snow and kindle the fire inside her. Why did he only long for the impossible? He might have had less worries over the years if he hadn’t given up his secure mountain life to pursue his dream of becoming a world famous architect. Why wouldn’t he settle for something readily available? Namu had nearly lost her subtlety when she told her that Binma would be sleeping with his grandmother for the night. But he couldn’t get up the
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