us about telling eacoo mucill, tle o one anoten comes back in anots talking in circles.

    quot;Its getting late,quot; I say after  to stand up, but Auntie Lin puso the chair.

    quot;Stay, stay. e talk ao kno; s;Been a long time.quot;

    I knoe gesture on ties part—a protest  as eager to see me go as I am to leave. quot;No, I really must go no; I say, glad I remembered ense goes.

    quot;But you must stay! e ant to tell you, from your mot; Auntie Ying blurts out in oo-loud voice. table, as if t ended to break some sort of bad neo me.

    I sit doie An-mei leaves turns s, tly ss t, as if nobody knew wo begin.

    It is Auntie Ying ant t on ; sing Engliso speak in Cly.

    quot;Your motrong s o find ers in C;

    t ters. And no t of to be reclaimed. Somebody took t me forever, gone back to Co get tie Yings voice.

    quot;Sten letters back and fort; says Auntie Ying. quot;And last year s an address. So tell your fat a sime of ing.quot;

    Auntie An-mei interrupts ed voice: quot;So your aunties and I, e to t; s;e say t a certain party, your mot to meet anotain party. And ty e back to us. ters, Jing-mei.quot;

    My sisters, I repeat to myself, saying toget time.

    Auntie An-mei is  of paper as tissue. In perfectly straigical roten in blue fountain-pen ink. A ear? I take tter   my sisters must be to be able to read and e Chinese.

    ties are all smiling at me, as tie Ying is  to June oo for $1,200. I cant believe it.

    quot;My