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clevermanka) wrote2021-12-12 07:46 am
clevermanka) wrote2021-12-12 07:46 am
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Sunday Snippet
More from Heartland. Please tell me you like it (even though it features Zhao Xinci). I need the serotonin hit.
Zhao Xinci didn’t look up from his newspaper when Zhao Yunlan walked in the door. The Barracuda’s rumbling motor faded in the distance as Zhao Yunlan focused on dragging her suitcase into the house. Finally inside, her father held her gaze a moment then shook the paper before returning his attention to it.
“You know I could sue the hospital for violation of privacy.”
“Yeah,” agreed Zhao Yunlan as she bent to unlace her boots. “And what would that get you? Five hundred dollars and a lifetime worth of dinners at the hospital cafeteria?”
Her father made a noise of displeasure.
“Do people in Chicago not close their doors?” he asked sharply. He nodded when Zhao Yunlan closed the door and threw the deadbolt. “I could just sue Zhu Hong directly.”
Zhao Yunlan tipped her head in acknowledgment as she removed her second boot.
“You’d probably only get two hundred but her husband’s a good cook.”
“I’m aware. That’s why I tried to pay him to cook for me while I’m…” he dropped the paper with one hand to wave his fingers at his chest. “He wasn’t available, but he gave me information for someone who was. I suppose since you decided to attend me during my convalescence you can go pick it up from her. Make yourself useful since you’d kill us both with your cooking.”
Zhao Xinci didn’t look up from his newspaper when Zhao Yunlan walked in the door. The Barracuda’s rumbling motor faded in the distance as Zhao Yunlan focused on dragging her suitcase into the house. Finally inside, her father held her gaze a moment then shook the paper before returning his attention to it.
“You know I could sue the hospital for violation of privacy.”
“Yeah,” agreed Zhao Yunlan as she bent to unlace her boots. “And what would that get you? Five hundred dollars and a lifetime worth of dinners at the hospital cafeteria?”
Her father made a noise of displeasure.
“Do people in Chicago not close their doors?” he asked sharply. He nodded when Zhao Yunlan closed the door and threw the deadbolt. “I could just sue Zhu Hong directly.”
Zhao Yunlan tipped her head in acknowledgment as she removed her second boot.
“You’d probably only get two hundred but her husband’s a good cook.”
“I’m aware. That’s why I tried to pay him to cook for me while I’m…” he dropped the paper with one hand to wave his fingers at his chest. “He wasn’t available, but he gave me information for someone who was. I suppose since you decided to attend me during my convalescence you can go pick it up from her. Make yourself useful since you’d kill us both with your cooking.”
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