“Divorce?” Kim shot out of her chair, almost spilling her coffee on the table.

Rob stifled a laugh and added as fast as he could, “Not us!!”

“Then who?”

“I want to discuss divorce in general.  I mean, what do we really know about it?”

“Tell me Robert, what do we really know about marriage?”

Rob ventured, “Outside of our own, whose marriage do we know really well?  And don’t call me Robert, Kimberly.”

“I really know only my own parents’ marriage,” Kim said.  “And it was really extraordinary, possibly unique.”

Rob asked the obvious, “My take on your parents’ marriage is that it’s a good one, probably one of the better ones that I’m aware of.  Why was it unusual?”

“That’s right; you probably don’t know that my parents’ marriage was arranged.  In Korea when they were growing up, it was a common practice.  You know that my older sister was born there, and by the time I was born two years later, my parents had moved from Seoul to northern California.”

“I never would have guessed that your folks were in an arranged marriage.  They seem so close.”

“That’s what makes their marriage so unusual.  When I was little, the house was pretty formal.  Quiet and non-demonstrative.  Then when my sister and I became adolescents, everything changed.”


“It was like they discovered each other and fell in love.”

Rob’s eyes widened, “How did you know?”

Kim slapped her forehead, “My God, they were all over each other.  My sister and I felt like we were the parents of very horny teenagers.  We would tell them to get a room.  And they would giggle and say that this was their room.”

“I think it’s kind of romantic,” Rob said.