"Mrs. Park is in the games room with guests. She asked you to come in when you arrive home." The housekeeper greets me with kind eyes and a gentle voice as I wander in, heavy with the day's tiredness and home late. Dealing with the protest fallout on top of so much else these past few days has me exhausted. My shoulders ache, my neck is stiff, and I have a headache coming on. I'm nowhere near in the mood to entertain her guests, but I'm obedient to a fault. I was raised in the good old 'thou shall obey my parents' of my culture, and I grimace and paste...