After the mist settled, they lay in the grass behind the riverfront bar. Yet before the sun rose, her naked body had already parted. “My hangover is major,” he mumbled.
“Waking up alone is weird if you lay down with someone.”
I sip my ginger tea and look at him. “Maybe,” I begin, “you look better at night.”
“So, you’re saying you have an ugly son, huh?”
I sigh. “I forgot you’re the sensitive twin. Tomorrow wear your name tag.” I pour more tea.
He rises angrily. “You suck at parenting” He glares at me.
I nod. “We Kim men have to suck at something, and you have sucky sex. So I’m lucky, huh?”