CHAPTER 11
It’s like Hee-Man is my brand-new best friend, like we’ve been separated since elementary school and only now are getting the chance to catch up on one another’s lives. While the driver speeds — and by speeds I’m talking about 35 mph — toward Pyongyang, Hee-Man sits with me in the backseat and asks about everything from my favorite foods to my love life.
“You have a wife in America?”
I shake my head.
“Girlfriend?”
This is answered with a shrug. “Sort of.” It’s a long story, and I don’t think he really wants to hear all about how I got dumped just before my arrest, but after enough prying even that comes out.
“So she will not date you because you are not of the same religion?”
I nod. “Pretty much sums it up.” Hey, if millions of lives are lost in wars fueled by religious d
