"Empty, Tuan."

"Got up early?"

"Stayed up all night long," Bi Mun corrects.

She knows. She had tried to put the child to bed - impossible - first by reasoning, then by sweet-talking, then by threatening, which was reckless. "In the BLENDER!" Vina counter-threatened. Flustered, out of ploys, assured that Dede would not leave his post, Bi Mun caved in, as usual. It was not her place to contradict the mini-mistress - tragically. Vina's wildness, had it been reformed, might... who for sure  can say, with past persisting in its chase of future (present trapped between them) things that were, and are, and soon would be might very well change their stripes.