Seung Sang-Min hide father into his work book. The phone had been ringing and now his brother was talking to what sounded to be Alicia, his girl friend, his love. Sang-Min wrinkled his nose at the thought that his brother was still going out with that woman. It had been how many months and he still thought that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Trying not to listen into what his brother was saying to her a smile creeped over his face. Maybe now he could get his brother to go after a more suitable girl.

Putting his book over his face he lay down on the bed so that his brother would not see his smile. It would only alert Myung-Dae what he was planning on saying or doing. His brother knew him so well, well he should they had been twins since birth. His grin grew even bigger before being wiped from his face completely as he heard his brother hang up on the girl. His usual trick to do to the girls that changed their minds and broke up with him or so Sang-Min felt was true.

“And that is number three? Or was it four?” Sang-Min’s voice was muffled by the Latin workbook. He spoke in their native tongue as it was a lot easier for him to needle his brother with it. It was one more thing that none of Myung-Dae love interests had ever come by natural, and none of them had been able to speak it well. “You should just let me find you a nice quite Asian girl that mom would not worry to have taken back to Popo and Grams. One that will be the good obedient wife that all Asian men need.” Sung-Min always liked harping on that one tradition that their mother seemed to fear they would break.

“It’s not like you are having any luck on your own dear Dae.” Pulling the book off his face he laid it down on the bed and hung his head over the side so he could see his brother. His blue eyes flashing with merriment to see the look on his brothers face.