Chaisi pulled on his pants and zipped them up right in front of her. The moment his hand went for the zipper, Mai Mingle went back to studying the ceiling.
Chaisi himself, however, looked as natural as if he were simply eating a meal, paying it no mind at all.
Mai Mingle stared at the ceiling and thought, 'How strange.'
The things that took shape in the earliest years of her life, even eighty years later, still served as the tracks for the train that was "Mai Mingle." To this day, she couldn't easily derail from them.
Mai Mingle was born into an immigrant family and was very conservative compared to the locals.
She remembered her mother's feet were misshapen because they had been bound for a short time when she was a child. Although they were later unbound, the bones had been damaged and never healed properly, causing her to walk with a slight limp. Her mother had spent decades shuffling back and forth in their small shop on those crooked feet.
