"What are you doing?"

Sang-jong Lee eyed Jeong-eun Lee, standing in front of the mirror, as if she'd lost her mind.

She couldn't tell him to mind his own business the way she had Chang-jong Lee. Instead she turned around and smiled at him.

"There'll be photos, won't there? Those photos could be around for ten years, a hundred years, like an heirloom. I have to look good in them."

"Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?"

Sang-jong gave her an exasperated look, put a hand on Chang-jong's shoulder and sat down.

"Still not interested?"

"I…"

The question was for Chang-jong, but it was Jeong-eun who answered, nearly in a fit.

"I said I'd go!"

She shrieked it, then marched over to the sofa where Sang-jong and Chang-jong sat side by side.

Standing over the two of them, she shouted.

"I said I'm going, so why do you keep asking Chang-jong?"

His hand still on Chang-jong's shoulder, Sang-jong looked her up and down and frowned slightly.

"Because the Blue House doesn't trust you."

"Why not? What's wrong with me that they can't trust me?"

Her face was full of resentment.

"This is sex discrimination, plain and simple. In this day and age, where's the rule that says a man can and a woman can't? Is the Blue House allowed to discriminate against women out in the open like that?"

"Did you eat something bad? What's sex discrimination got to do with it?"

"Well, isn't it? I say I'll go, and they keep asking what Chang-jong wants and acting like they don't like it. If that isn't sex discrimination, what is it?"

Jeong-eun raised her voice, the veins standing out on her neck.

Sang-jong looked up at her from the sofa, exasperated.

"It's not sex discrimination. It's that you don't know the North."

"What don't I know?"

"The only time you've been north was the one trip I got you on. How are they supposed to trust you?"

"Then what about Chang-jong? Has Chang-jong been up there a lot or something?"

Chang-jong sighed.

"Whew… Sister. Before you came, I ran…