respect to my fators. ie of frigie sed t our motsing her bad children.

    And  Auntie alking c a  te and spat on his face.

    quot;You trong  me, but you are not; Auntie said. quot;You are ttle respect sraitor to our ancestors. S even t look doo see ;

    t is and tories Popo taugo learn for my mot;; Popo often said, quot;it is like dropping your necklace do it back is to fall in after it.quot;

    Noless imes to eat anot fruit, o be free of Popo,  c unlucky t s s us. ts I  ch me.

    I ting at top of tairs ood just inside t aller tie, almost as tall as my uncle. Srange, too, like t our sc and bossy in too-tall s hair.

    My auntie quickly looked a call ea. An old servant ried to keep very still, but my  felt like crickets scratco get out of a cage. My mot  me. Eyes t stayed oo much.

    In Popos room my auntie protested, quot;too late, too late,quot; as my mot t stop my mother.

    quot;Come back, stay ; murmured my moto Popo. quot;Nuyer is er is back.quot; Popos eyes  noions, not staying long enougo see anyt of the room.

    I c time, tty e skin and oval face, not too round like Aunties or s se neck, just like t  so float back and fort, dipping cool cloto lay on Popos bloated face. As so Popos eyes, s c it ten dream.

    urned to my room later t afternoon, sanding tall. And because I remember Popo told me not to speak ood te. Sook my o ttee. And t dohis every day.

    My moto loosen my braids and brusrokes.

    quot;An-mei, you er?quo