|Once there was a woman who came from a foreign land to marry into an old family. Her husband was from a tiny village in the mountains but he was working in a thriving harbor town abroad when he met and fell in love with her. At the time he asked her to marry him, his father in his home country collapsed and died. Being the eldest son in his family, the young man had no choice but to return to his homeland—taking her with him, of course. Her name was Myna. This was not a name used by the women of his homeland. Indeed, her name was not the only thing about her that was different. “Why not?” “Huh?”