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.”
