Three Generations

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Standing on the stone step in front of the inner quarters, Deok-gi watched a manservant packing a quilt and pillow for him on the veranda. His grandfather came in from the outer quarters, his hands clasped behind his back. Seeing Deok-gi, he frowned and started grumbling.

“Deok-gi, someone’s here looking for you. Who is this guy? His hair is a mess. You know it ’s important to have good friends. Why do all your friends who come around look like that?” His eyes widened as he caught sight of the quilt the manservant was wrapping. He stepped closer and touched it. “What’s this? What’s the good quilt — ”Then he exploded. “How dare you! What’s this three-colored silk doing here? Silk is for your elders. You can’t take this all the way to a foreign country — you’ll just get it dirty! You’re just a student — are you crazy?” He shifted his gaze over to his granddaughter-in-law, who was standing in the kitchen without budging, and glared at her, too.

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