Whenmymotherwasabletotakemehome,IwascomplainedbybothKaewandKingthattherewasnoartofstorytelling,soeverymovewouldgivemeaheartattack.
ThenIdon'thaveart.I'msurprised,Idon'tknow!
Wedidn'tsayanythingandwalkedallthewaytomyhouse.ThegloomyatmospheremademeunabletoimaginethatifyouandyourbrothersandsisterssawKeith'sface,theywouldbemoreshockedthanbefore,evenwhenIturnedofftheengineinthegarage.Myheartwaspoundingasifitweregoingtoblowoutofmychest.
Uh...It'stimetodebunksecretfigureslikeKeith.
Istoppedthecar.Ihaven'tgotoffyet.Ididn'tknowhowtointroduceKeithtoMomandothersuntilKeithcalledmewhenshehelpedKeawgetMomoutofthecar.
"Come,Winnie,comedown,sothatIcanstayathome."
"Ah...well,"Irepliedcoldly,gettingoutofthecarandrushingtothedoor.
ButbeforeIcouldreachforthedoorknob,thedooropened,mytwolittleangelfaces.
"Poza"ThisisKinnspeakinginThai,askingKetatoopenthedoor,andthenrunningandwalkinghimself.KinnholdsKetabehindmeandstandsthere,motionless.