It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beg

"There are clues I've made. If you're brave enough to accept them you can turn to the page. If you don't want it, please put back the book to its proper place on the shelf, please." Kwon Jiyong read the hand-writing.   It was just a game. It all started when her friend Dara, asked her to do it. To put all the dare