Sung Kim Terrace Arch I painting

Sung Kim Terrace Arch I paintingSung Kim Swan Cottage II paintingSung Kim Swan Cottage I paintingSung Kim Spring Patio II painting
chamber, through Dunny Whistler’s nautilus apartment, Ethan came to the bedroom.One nightstand lamp had been left on. Against the headboard of the Chinese sleigh bed, decorative silk pillowsfrom cheongsam perspiration, a whiff of rancid ointment with a sulfate base, thin fumes of sour urine. The smell of illness, of being long abed and bathed only with basin and sponge.[104] Ethan became aware of a background sizzle, which he initially mistook for a new manifestation of the rain. Then he realized that he was listening to the fall of water in the master-bathroom shower.The bathroom door stood ajar. Past the jamb and through the gap, with the sizzle came a wedge of light and wisps of steam.fabrics had been artfully arranged by the housekeeper.Also on the bed, cast off with evident haste, lay articles of men’s clothing. Wrinkled, stained, still damp from the rain. Slacks, shirt, socks, underwear.Tumbled in a corner were a pair of shoes.Ethan didn’t know what Dunny had been wearing when he had left the morgue at Our Lady of Angels Hospital. However, he wouldn’t have wagered a penny against the proposition that these were the very clothes.Moving closer to the bed, he detected the faint malodor that he’d first smelled in the elevator. Some of the components of the scent were more easily identified than they had been earlier: stale