RIVER

Later that evening, even though I was itching to understand what Taylor meant in the morning, I had managed to spend the day keeping the recurring voice out of my head. By the time I am done hiking up the hill, all I wish for is to taste the rice and kimchi I had last night, and even with the hospitality of the boys, I do not think my social skills could carry me successfully for one night.

I enter the house, and a pot seems to be sizzling on the stove while no one is in sight. I walk up ...