David searched and searched for Annie, finally telling the Wong family he had to go. Mr. Wong, his face ravaged by tears and exhaustion, said, “No! You get us into receiving line.” “I’m sorry,” David said. “They’ve closed the line.” “But we in courtyard! VIP seat! You make happen.” “No,” David said, leaning close. “You’re the VIP. You make it happen.” As the older man sputtered, David squeezed Mom’s shoulder and embraced both Ming and Chang, whispering in their ears, “Jesus is risen.” Both responded under their breath, “He is risen indeed.”
