When Weng got back to the hotel, he had to lie down.

Then, about eleven P.M., he got another foot massage

because the masseuse he knew was back.

“What’s it like being a parent?” he asked her.

“It’s hard,” the woman said.

“Because you don’t have time for yourself anymore?”

“No,” the masseuse laughed. “Because you worry so much.”

“About money?”

“About them getting hurt. Money is just a side worry.”

After the massage Weng asked someone at the front desk

to bring his car around.

By dawn, he had driven to over a dozen all-night supermarkets,
buying every box of Bunny Pops he could find and emptying
the contents into the backseat.

The next morning, Shirley couldn’t believe it,

“I feel like I really have won!”