I’m on medical leave today. Asna knocked on the door at noon.
“Cikyong, I’m sick too. We are sick buddies!”
She gave me a hug. During dinner, Asna was looking like crap and her voice was husky. So I said:
“You know, when I was small I have this theory, that when your voice is about to change, you get sick and turn like this.”
I was referring to the sore throat that we were both having. Then she said:
” … I hope I’ll sound like a siren.”
-_- She was referring to the beautiful but deadly Greek mythological creatures, sirens who sing to lure sailors in the sea and make them hit rocks. Someone’s reading too much.