Dial A for Aunties (Aunties, #1)

by Jesse Q. Sutanto

(There might be insta-love and also someone might die. We’ll see.)

I’m basically driven by a mixture of caffeine and familial guilt.

Oh my god, this is where they tell me they’ve used the house as collateral against the loans they’ve taken out for this mystery business. Or maybe the business is dealing coke. Or human trafficking. Wow, I have a low opinion of my family.

Trust Ma to take pride in my etiquette when I’ve just shown her my date, whom I’ve killed, in the trunk of my car.

I can’t believe she’s taking this moment to boast about me being respectful. This is peak Asian parenting.

“I hear about this kind of Internet scam before. Is called goldfish.” “Catfish,” I say. “No, I’m sure is call goldfish. Because pretend got gold, but actually just a fish.”

Whoever said “It’s as hard as herding cats” has obviously never tried to herd a group of Asian aunties.

GIRL GETS BOY (Or tries to, anyway. It’s tricky because there’s a corpse and everything.)