“And?”
“And…” He realizes that Tim must have mentioned the topless bars. His brother-in-law is truly a shit. “And I swear I didn’t go to a strip club tonight. I was at the pub across the street. I even told Tim to go over there and talk to the bartender if he didn’t believe me.”
Gillian looks confused. She didn’t know about this part, and she clearly doesn’t want to. “Listen, if this arrangement with your parents is going to work, you can’t just leave me here anytime you feel like it. You can’t make all of this my responsibility.”
“Did my dad do something to upset you while I was gone?”
“No. All he did was watch TV with Ethan. That’s not the point. The point is that you have to be here—I mean really be here. Your mother’s coming home on Thursday and now we have to take in Marina too, and you can’t just disappear like you did tonight. You’re not the only one having a hard time dealing with all of this.”
Her volume keeps rising, but Kyung doesn’t try to stop her. He’s still a few sentences behind. “What do you mean, take in Marina? Who said we have to do that?”
“Me.”
He waits for something else, something more to follow, but this is all she’s willing to give. “I don’t understand—we barely have room for my parents. How do you suppose we’re going to take in their maid?”
“We’ll have to figure it out. And stop saying ‘maid’ like that. She’s a person; she deserves our help as much as anyone.”
Kyung burps again. His stomach feels worse now with all of the rich food floating inside. “I’m not suggesting that she doesn’t need help or deserve it. I feel bad for her too, but there’s no room here.… I bet if she asked my parents, they’d pay to send her back home to her family.”
Suddenly, Gillian is almost on top of him, jabbing her finger at his face. “Do you hear yourself? Pay to send her back home? To Bosnia? Do you even understand why she left that country in the first place?”
He doesn’t, not really. He’s vaguely aware that the Bosnians and Serbians fought a war, but he can’t remember who the aggressors were, which side won or lost. Either way, none of this makes Marina his responsibility. He has enough of his own without taking a refugee under his roof. He wraps up the rest of the paté and puts it back in the fridge, trying to figure out how to say no without actually saying it.
“I’m sure there’s another option we haven’t—”
“Do you know what they operated on her for?”
“No. Why? Did my dad actually tell you?”
She flinches, as if the word she’s about to say is a blade sitting on her tongue. “A perforated rectum. That’s why she was bleeding internally. Can you imagine what kind of hell those men put her through? And now you want to send her back on the first flight to Bosnia with a colostomy bag and God knows what kind of nightmares for the rest of her life?” Her voice is getting louder again. She takes a breath, her pale skin flushed red. “This happened to Marina because she worked for your parents, because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time, just like they were, so now we have to help her. Do you understand that, Kyung? Do you understand why a good, decent person would want to step up like that?”
Kyung feels genuinely sorry for Marina, but she’s a stranger to him, a girl who cleans his parents’ house twice a week. The list of people who need him is long enough already, and he hardly knows what to do about the names that are already there. Marina’s immediate problem—the fact that she has no one to care for her—seems like the easiest to solve. If she doesn’t want to go back to her family in Bosnia, then why not let Jin hire a nurse to help her? Or put her up in one of those assisted-living facilities downtown? To suggest these things out loud would probably seem cruel, and of course, he has no money of his own to make this problem go away. If he did, he’s certain that none of them would ever see Marina again.
“Well?”
Kyung leans forward and stretches his upper half over the countertop, resting his cheek on the cold Formica. He’s exhausted—he wants to sleep. He wants his parents back in their house and Marina back in hers. He wants to rewind all of their lives to the point just before everything started to go wrong.
“Are you thinking or taking a nap over there?”
“Okay,” he says. “She can stay with us. Are we done now?”
Although his eyes are closed, he doesn’t have to see her reaction to realize he made a mistake. Suggesting they should be done already will only prolong the conversation.
“I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to be completely honest with me when you answer.”
He opens his eyes, trying not to glare at Gillian, who doesn’t seem to understand when enough is enough. She won the argument; she got what she wanted—now what?
“Will Ethan be safe here?”