WATCHED YU-KWAN not resist being tired. Instead she accepted it and lay down on the bed or long couch in the back room, staring out the window at the aspens. Our acupuncturist encouraged us to buy a lamb shank and drink the broth. “It’s so good to build strength,” she said. I did it once or twice, didn’t like the taste, was bothered by the smell in the kitchen. Yu-kwan persisted, bringing home that raw shank every other day, plopping it in the pot and waiting while it boiled. She poured a cup for herself and one for me. “C’mon, I insist you drink it.” “Why don’t you drink mine too?” I sipped
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