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Pa never regained consciousness. 'Goodbye' was the last word he spoke to me. Later, as I walked out of the hospital with my brother, numb with grief, contemplating the rest of my life as an orphan (my mother had died three years previously), two people brushed past me. I wouldn't have given them a second thought, except that they were talking in Chinese. I looked back. |
They were two women, one about my age, the other older. The older woman was crying and being comforted by the younger one. They looked like mother and daughter, probably coming to visit someone. I knew it was a coincidence, but I couldn’t help wondering, just for a moment, if the older woman was the floozie of my youth.|
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