know all the inquiries I get almost every day? I’m getting tired of defending you.
Why, even yesterday, I ran into Min Chung at Peet’s Coffee. ‘I know you wanted your
daughter to get her career established first, but isn’t it time that girl got married?’
she asked. You know her daughter Jessica is engaged to the number-seven guy at Facebook,
right?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the whole story. Instead of an engagement ring, he endowed
a scholarship in her name at Stanford,” Rachel said in a bored tone.
“And she’s nowhere as pretty as you,” Kerry said indignantly. “All your uncles and
aunties gave up on you a long time ago, but I always knew you were waiting for the
right one. Of course, you had to choose a professor just like yourself. At least your
children will get a discount on tuition—that’s the only way the two of you can afford
to put them through college.”
“Speaking of uncles and aunties, promise me you won’t go telling everyone right away.
Please?” Rachel pleaded.
“Hiyah! Okay, okay. I know you are always so cautious, and you don’t want to be disappointed,
but I just know in my heart what’s going to happen,” her mother said merrily.
“Well, until
something
happens, there’s no point making a big deal out of it,” Rachel insisted.
“So where will you be staying in Singapore?”
“At his parents’ place, I guess.”
“Do they live in a house or an apartment?” Kerry asked.
“I have no idea.”
“You must find out these things!”
“Why does it matter? Are you going to try to sell them a house in Singapore?”
“I’ll tell you why it matters—do you know what the sleeping arrangements will be?”
“Sleeping arrangements? What are you talking about, Mom?”
“Hiyah, do you know if you will be in a guest bedroom or sharing a bed with him?”
“It never occurred to me—”
“Daughter, that is the most important thing. You mustn’t assume that Nick’s parents
are going to be as liberal-minded as I am. You are going to Singapore, and those Chinese
Singaporeans are the most uptight of all the Chinese, you know! I don’t want his parents
to think I didn’t raise you properly.”
Rachel sighed. She knew her mother meant well, but as usual she had managed to stress
her out about details Rachel never would have imagined.
“Now, we must plan what you will bring as a present for Nick’s parents,” Kerry continued
eagerly. “Find out what Nick’s father likes to drink. Scotch? Vodka? Whiskey? I have
so many spare bottles of Johnny Walker Red left over from the office Christmas party,
I can send you one.”
“Mom, I’m not going to cart over a bottle of booze that they can get there. Let me
think of the perfect present to bring them
from America
.”
“Oh, I know just the thing for Nick’s mother! You should go to Macy’s and buy her
one of those pretty gold powder compacts from Esteé Lauder. They are having a special
offer right now, and it comes with a free gift—an expensive-looking leather pouch
with lipstick and perfume and eye-cream samples. Trust me, every Asian woman loves
those free gifts—”
“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll take care of it.”
4
Nicholas Young
NEW YORK
Nick was slouched on his battered leather sofa grading term papers when Rachel casually
brought it up. “So … what’s the story when we’re staying at your parents’ place? Are
we sharing a bedroom, or would they be scandalized?”
Nick cocked his head. “Hmm. I suppose we’ll be in the same room—”
“You
suppose
or you know?”
“Don’t worry, once we arrive everything will get sorted.”
Get sorted
. Normally Rachel found Nick’s Britishy phrases so charming, but in this instance
it was a tad frustrating. Sensing her unease, Nick got up, walked over to where she
was sitting, and kissed the top of her head tenderly. “Relax—my parents aren’t the
kind of people who pay any attention