Knowing he only had little time, Ronnie went straight to Iryang, who, of course, was a young woman, not a hag. He knocked once, but no one opened. He knocked twice, still no one. He sneered and knocked with a rhythmic pattern: three times fast, two times moderate beat, and one abrupt stop.
Crackling steps on the wood floor coming from the inside filled his ears, followed by the door creaking open.
Irish’s smiling face greeted him.
“Took you long enough to come back,” she said, letting Ronnie in and closing the door behind him.
He walked straight to the rattan bench, sat there, and crossed his legs. Irish sat beside him and snaked her arms to his, rubbing her mounds on his arms at the same time. She then leaned on his shoulder.
“I missed you,” she hissed his ears, but Ronnie didn’t ev
