Paul Yoon
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490 appearances
2 recordings
2 series
first heard Dec 2025
last heard 1 Jul
Paul Yoon’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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The girl collapsed against Mandy's neck in relief and sorrow.
Since they could get nothing more intelligible from her, Mandy and Roy decided to take her home with them.
It was one of those decisions a couple make without discussion, but in full knowledge that they were in agreement.
Roy nodded, stepped away from Mandy and the girl, and gestured down the street.
Mandy, with her arm around the girl's shaking shoulders, led her away from the park and the hostel.
The girl came without hesitation.
Five minutes later, they were safely behind the red front door.
Roy filled the kettle for tea, and Mandy guided the girl to one of the chrome bar stools at the kitchen island.
When she was shopping for the stools,
Mandy had imagined her children sitting at them, crayons gripped in chunky fists while she made dinner.
Roy and Mandy's vision would arrive home from work, enter the kitchen rolling up his shirt sleeves, kiss everybody hello, and open a bottle of Merlot.
It would all be very ordinary, very lovely, and as she described the scene, I could see it too, and the safety it represented, a safety I had always associated with Roy.
In fact, I'd always found those stools perilous.
I'd spun back and forth on them many times, confessional and unhappy, my hands pushing off from the Corian countertop, while Roy leaned toward me over the island with a look of concern on his reassuring face.
Mandy told me about the kids and crayons later, after the divorce, when they'd just sold the house and she was offering me the bar stools.
I had no use for bar stools, but it seemed important to accept them.
So Mandy guided the girl to one of those stools, and this was the point at which they learned that the girl was Swiss and 18.
But her name was unusual enough, or her accent heavy enough, that all they could be sure of was the letter it started with, S. She was no longer crying, although her body was still wracked occasionally by dry, soundless sobs.
In order to subdue these, she buried her chin against her chest in such a way that Roy and Mandy could see every bit of the wincing scalp exposed by her braids.
She explained that she was backpacking around Asia and Australia with her boyfriend, Daniel.
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