Extra Work
by David He
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
“Honey, I
‘m sorry I have to work extra hours so I
can’t have dinner with you. Will you please
go out to dine?”
“Oh,
Darling. What a pity you can’t have dinner
with me, but I have to work longer too.”
“I see,
but where are you? I hear music, and there seem
to be a lot of people there.”
“Oh,
I’m eating dinner in the dining hall. Yes,
there’s music and there are many people here
eating and talking loudly. I hear there is music
around you too. And it sounds almost the same.”
“…”
In a dancing
hall, Honey was walking along with her arm on a
middle-aged man’s arm, speaking into her
mobile phone. At the other end of the hall,
Darling was sitting on a sofa, a charming lady
leaning against him.
A new life
style, extra work being done by young ladies and
young men, had just spread in the city.
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