CHAPTER 27
Hee-Man spends the next several days in the hospital by my side. He’s the translator between me and the doctor and nurses, and he’s my comic relief and guarantee against boredom.
“I’m teaching my oldest daughter some English phrases. She already knows how to say Hello, American without any accent at all.”
I’m not sure if it’s dangerous for Hee-Man to teach his daughter English, if that sort of thing is encouraged in a country like this, or if the higher-ups don’t care one way or the other. But I figure Hee-Man’s had an entire lifetime to learn the ins and outs of his nation’s idiosyncrasies, so if he thinks it’s something to be proud of, who am I to tell him otherwise?
“Now,” Hee-Man demands one afternoon, “you have to teach me a few American jokes I can go home and tell my
