Whether it was still dark outside or dawn, Mei didn’t want to know. She wasn’t interested in time. Not in the least. In other words, nothing mattered.
“I go to wash off the blood in a shower. You can sleep now.”
Mei didn’t bother to respond. She, somehow, took sudden notice of the pinkness of a pair of smart Nike shoes that she was wearing. They were bought by Bing for her thirtieth birthday. With a noise of the friction of her shoes dragging against the fl oor, she reached the bed of repulsion, as though her shoes were more eager to be released from her feet than her mind from nightmares, money and love.