ABSTRACT
Kyongson had finally finished his supper, and his quarrel with his fifteen-year-old granduncle was over for the time being. The others in the family had withdrawn, and Kyongson, much to his chagrin, had been stranded alone with his disagreeable grandaunt, the Seoul Mistress, and T'aesik, the mere sight of whom disgusted him. The truth was that Kyongson was so engrossed in planning a certain scheme that he was oblivious to his surroundings. The scheme he was racking his brain over was this: there was a rerun of Morocco showing at the cinema, and also a very good documentary on the Sino-Japanese War, and he was determined to see them both, but without any pocket money at hand, first, he had to pick the right target, and second, he had to figure out a promising blackmail strategy.
