This morning as I was drinking coffee and watching Travel In Chinese on CCTV9, a sleepy Jeff came into the living room.
“I’m up, I’m up.” He said. “You don’t have to set off fireworks to wake me.”
I turned away from Mark Roswell long enough to say something clever and witty like “Huh?”
“The fireworks in the courtyard. Just now. Didn’t you hear them?”
“No,” I said. “I really didn’t.”
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