He looked at me, and I sensed trouble. Like he was checking my distance, like he might try and run off with you.
On the day we broke our contract and were set to leave, we walked to Mr. Jetnil’s house to get back your grandmother’s jade hair clip. It was supposed to look like a sea turtle but it had chipped so much it looked like a baby Buddha to me. I told you this as we walked, reminding you of my joke, but you didn’t laugh.