Three years later
Do sits on the couch with a bottle of beer and glances at Rene as she plays Jenga alone. She is already thirteen years old but has not made friends with anyone at school. She does not go to visit and does not invite anyone to her place. All-day long, she either does her homework, reads books, or plays Jenga. Inna is setting the table in the kitchen when her cell phone rings. Twenty minutes later, a tear-stained Inna enters the living room and wipes her eyes with the jacket. Do jumps up and runs up to her.
"What happened?" The man asks worriedly.
"Father called," Inna sinks into a chair.
"Has something happened to him?"
"No, I was just moved," the woman soothes her husband. "Rene, go eat."
Rene, whose tower has collapsed, trudges into the kitchen.
"For the firs
