“You’ve two days to help me clean up.”
“We obtained for you an office. With so many gone you can have your own house.”
“Can you show me?” He blushed through his smile and through the mud that caked his face, and she felt the blush.
“Where have you been?” Vathana said later that night. “I’ve been so worried for you.” She cuddled onto his chest and brushed a hand in the swirls of hair.
“There’s so much,” Sullivan said. “The Northern Corridor’s as active as the border. My God, Vathana, they’re driving a wedge right down to the heart and those bastards, all of them, they’re like puppets, like caricatures, playing roles, reading lines without paying the least bit of attention to what the hell’s happening about them.”
“You’ve been up north again?”
“Oh, to Kompong Luong, Skoun, Phum Pa Kham
