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was, from feeling homesick? He set the boxes on his Formica countertop and noted they were three different varieties of mango. There were big red-green ones, medium yellow ones, and small green ones in the box that bore Thai script. Had his mom purchased him some manner of fruit-eating jungle monkey? Why would she do that? She didn’t even like dogs and cats.
    Why was it taking Quan so long to bring the boxes inside? Khai went to investigate and found his brother and mom deep in discussion out by her beat-up Camry. Khai and his siblings had pitched in together to get her a Lexus SUV for Mother’s Day last year, but she insisted upon driving this two-decades-old Toyota unless it was a special occasion. He noted there was no one sitting inside it. No
Mỹ
.
    “Mom, it’s wrong. This is the United States. People don’t
do
that,” Quan said, sounding more exasperated than usual with their mom.
    “I had to do something, and you need to support me. He listens to you.”
    Quan looked heavenward. “He listens to me because I’m reasonable. This isn’t.”
    “You’re just like that stinky father of yours. You both let me down when I need you,” their mom said. “Your brother is always reliable.”
    Quan made a huffing sound and scrubbed his hands over his face and buzzed head before he took three more fruit boxes from the trunk. When he saw Khai, he halted midstep. “Brace yourself.” Then he carried the boxes inside.
    Well, that was ominous. In Khai’s head, the hypothetical jungle monkey morphed into a giant male gorilla. This fruit would probably feed such a creature for one day. On the positive side, he wouldn’t need to pay to get his house bulldozed, and he might even be able to file a claim on his homeowner’s insurance.
Reason for damage: rogue gorilla in a mango rage.
    “Grab the jackfruit and come inside. I need to talk to you,” his mom said.
    He hefted up the spiky jackfruit— holy fuck, it weighed like thirty pounds— and followed her into his kitchen, where Quan had set the new boxes next to the mangoes and seated himself at the kitchen table with his Coke. Worrying about the sturdiness of his counter, Khai carefully eased the jackfruit next to the other fruit. When the counter didn’t immediately collapse to the floor, he sighed in relief.
    His mom considered his seventies kitchen with a frown. That look on her face was textbook dissatisfaction. If he lined up his old facial expression flash cards with her face right now, they’d match perfectly.
    “You need to get a new house,” she said. “This one is too old. And you need to move all those exercise machines out of the living room. Only bachelors live like this.”
    Khai happened to
be
a bachelor, so he didn’t see what the problem was. “This location is convenient for work, and I like exercising where I can watch TV.”
    She waved his comments away, muttering, “This boy.”
    A long silence ensued, broken only by the occasional slurping of Coke— Khai’s Coke, goddammit. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he looked from his brother to his mom and said, “ So ... who is Mỹ?” As far as he knew,
mỹ
meant
beautiful
, but it was also how you said
America
in Vietnamese. Whichever way he looked at it, it seemed an odd name for a gorilla, but what did he know?
    His mom squared her shoulders. “She’s the girl you need to pick up from the airport Saturday night.”
    “Oh, okay.” That wasn’t horrible. He didn’t like the idea of ferrying around someone he didn’t know and changing his schedule, but he was glad he didn’t need a rabies shot or an FDA permit. “Just send me her flight schedule. Where do I drop her off?”
    “She’s staying here with you,” she said.
    “What? Why?” Khai’s entire body stiffened at the idea. It was an invasion, clear and simple.
    “Don’t sound so upset,” she said in a cajoling tone. “She’s young and very pretty.”
    He looked to Quan. “Why can’t she stay with you? You like