Again, I spotted my friend sitting away from the rest of us, rosary beads in his hand.
“Dayumn I didn’t think you were such a religious person,” I said as I sat next to him.
He looked down and gave something of a sad smile. Then he lifted his face to look me in the eye.
“Brother… who takes medicine?”
“Huh? Um, sick people?”
“This,” he said, glancing at his beads, “is my medicine.”