CHAPTER 31
As soon as she woke up, Mee-Kyong’s fingers worked their way over to her belly and began their meticulous scratching. She wasn’t nearly as swollen as she had been right after the delivery — Mr. Lee’s rations at the Round Robin had made sure of that. She pried her eyelids open. The walls of the bedroom were painted a clean, soft shade of pink. A window curtain with frilly white laces did nothing to block out the late-morning sun that cast horizontal shadows across the bed. She winced as she sat up, convincing herself the wetness in the corners of her eyes came from the bright light, not the pain. She pressed her hand over her side and looked down. The long flannel nightgown bore no resemblance to her uniform in the prison camp or her usual attire at the Round Robin. A warm, soap
