CHAPTER 2
In science class last week, we talked about a storm having a bit of quiet right in the middle of it, and I hafta admit, Teacher, at first it sounded like you’d never been in a flood like ours or maybe you wouldn’t talk about stuff and nonsense like that. But then again, I got to thinking maybe you was right, ’cause before the floods came, in between the visit from the mudang and the day the river crashed through our house, our family got to a place where things stayed calm. ’Least for a short time.
After the witch woman ate that soup, Mama didn’t lie around staring at the wall no more, Papa went to work and even catched enough fish for us to trade for some noodles, and me and Min-Jung stayed out of too many fights. Mama stopped cooking for ghosts, so ’course I waked up hungrier
