Jihoon and his halmeoni moved with such consideration of each other, a lifetime of learned behavior. She spooned some of her meat into his bowl. He nudged the cucumber kimchi closer to her before she reached for it. Jihoon laid a hand over his halmeoni’s as he ate. His thumb moved back and forth over the thin skin of her knuckles. Mi-young wondered if he even realized he did it. How could two people go from shouting in the street to sharing such a loving meal? They were so at ease with their love. They fought and laughed and adored each other so openly.
