"I am a friend of your father's. Ask him to come out and see me, he'll know," Su Lin said with a smile.
Garen stood to a side an observed their exchange silently. Suddenly he heard faint footsteps. When he turned around, he saw the boy who was weaving earlier cautiously stick his head out from the end of the alley in curiosity and look over. His small dirty face had a wooden sense to it. Two streaks of transparent sticky mucus flowed from his nostrils; he sniffed hard and the mucus was retracted back into his nose.
He took a look at him then ignored him and turned back around. Su Lin had already asked the girl.
The two of them were led into the shop and offered two chairs—the cleaner ones of the lot—to sit down on.
