“Wan,” he said, “that is a particularly delicious recipe you are using this morning. What have you done differently? I can’t put my finger on it, but I know that I should know. I’ve tasted it before.”
“Nothing, husband, nothing at al . It’s the same goat blood milkshake that I have been making for weeks. Even the herbs are the same that Da told us to use. It must be you that’s changed.”
But he knew that it wasn’t. He recognised the taste but knew it was different from normal, so he went looking for Den, who was just coming out of the shower, desperately trying to wake himself up.
“Son, was that goat’s blood you left for me last night?”
“Yes, Paw.”
“Are you sure? You wouldn’t lie to me would you?”
“Al right. The truth is, I had to help Susan get to her room la
