who: @dkdanielk where: daniel's house
david thought the entire thing was ridiculous. he remembered mr. and mrs. kim from when he was growing up, of course. he remembered their two boys, too — the eldest only a couple of years younger than him, close enough in age that carroll had occasionally treated them like they ought to be friends by proximity alone. what david did not remember, because no sane person would, was a piece of tupperware mrs. kim had apparently borrowed from his mother nearly thirty years ago and never returned.
leena, naturally, remembered. which was how david found himself standing on the kim family’s front porch like an unwilling debt collector for vintage plasticware, one hand tucked into the pocket of his coat while the other knocked firmly against the door. when it opened, david adjusted his glasses, his expression as composed as ever despite the deep, private humiliation of the errand. “sorry to bother you,” he said, painfully polite. “do you have a minute?”
