She said that your mother was only fifteen when she went to live with them. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. I’m too young 117 for this to sound right.
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