ABSTRACT
“How about a morning at Kyongbok Palace,” I suggested the next day, after a satisfying reunion romp at Ed’s hotel. It seemed just like old times, and I was feeling happy. But my mood was shattered as we went through the lobby. People were averting their eyes and saying things that distressed me. I picked up that they assumed that Ed was a G.I., and I his prostitute. I hurried Ed out, and even though he couldn’t understand what was said, my ears burned.
