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My face burns. Why do older people feel like they can say
           anything and tell you what to do? Even the girls from the fac-
           tory with their prodding questions don’t talk to me like this.
           This man is even worse than the doctor at the clinic. I don’t
           have to believe him.
               He speaks gently again. “Get away from him before it’s too                     CHAPTER 7
           late. Go home.”                                                                    Luli
               Go home. If he only knew Yong’s home is the only one
           I have.
               Still, I step off the doorsill and duck past him and head
           toward the street. I just want to get away.                                        After Yun storms out of the restaurant, I hastily pay for the
               “If you see him, don’t tell him that I’m looking for him,”                     food, but by the time I get out to the street, she’s nowhere in
           he calls out to me.                                                                sight. I rush back to the factory. I try her old room, thinking
               I don’t turn around. I stuff his card deep into my pocket.                     her roommates might’ve sneaked her in and let her stay over-
                                                                                              night. Her things are gone, and the other girls haven’t seen
                                                                                              her. We try calling her from their mobiles, but she doesn’t
                                                                                              answer. Yun’s always chiding me because I still don’t have
                                                                                              a phone. “Who would want to call me?” I say. She always
                                                                                              answers that she would, that it would be easier for us to keep
                                                                                              in touch, but I still haven’t gotten one. I finally go to bed,
                                                                                              wishing I’d listened to her.
                                                                                                  At breakfast, I tell Ming about my fight with Yun—leaving
                                                                                              out the part about the baby, of course. Nobody talks about that
                                                                                              kind of thing. “I need to find her,” I say to him. “Can you think
                                                                                              of anywhere she might be?”
                                                                                                  Ming doesn’t meet my eyes. “She’s probably just angry that
                                                                                              my dad fired her. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll hear from her
                                                                                              once she’s calmed down.”
                                                                                                  I shake my head. I can’t just leave it at that. I have to make
                                                                                              sure she’s all right. And I have to apologize for what I said to her.
                                                                                              I shouldn’t have repeated a rumor, stuck my nose in something





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