CHAPTER 16
“Hey, Mr. Scott?” Woong plopped onto the couch and wiped ketchup stains off his face with the back of his hand. “You know what I’m wondering?”
Scott felt so relaxed even though he knew he had to get back to his apartment soon. Carl was famous for his Sunday afternoon naps, and Scott didn’t want to impose on his family’s hospitality more than he already had.
“No,” he answered Woong. “What?”
“What I’m wondering is how come God sends out tapestries in the first place.”
Scott tried to make sense of the question. The Lindgrens had adopted Woong from a South Korean orphanage, and even though there wasn’t a trace of an accent to his English, he still got his words confused every once in a while. “Tapestries?”
“Yeah. You know, people who travel all over to Africa and Alaska and st
