Outside on the porch, rain falls steadily on the banana leaves. Ngân sets down a pot of lotus tea on the low table, lifts the hem of her plum-colored ao dai, and sits opposite you, closer than a hostess usually would.
With this drizzle, you won't be heading out into the streets tonight. Let me brew another pot of tea... or would you rather hear me tell you a story about this house?
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