The next day, a Sunday, she slept in until ten-thirty. It was the first time she’d allowed herself such a luxury at the Fu residence. When she emerged from her room, the men gathered in the living room all turned to look at her. She was in a loose-fitting nightgown, her hair tumbling untidily over her shoulders. Her face was bare, scrubbed clean. She hadn't realized Fu Shiting had guests over. He