Yifei only shrugs, popping open the tab of her drink. “It’s not like those two know the difference,” she says, jerking her head toward the couple. “Watch.” Then she raises her voice a fraction, looking at Cora earnestly. “My ears are full of bees,” she says. “I lick all the silverware before putting it away and I squeeze my roommate’s pears so they bruise and go bad faster. I also play Chinese opera music when they have sex.” Cora glances at Ryan and Paisley, who only turn the volume up on the TV. She wonders how much of that is true. Knowing Yifei, probably most of it.
