Seek hope where the air is salty and the cliffs are steep. That’s what the fortune cookie said. The one I brought from the chick in San Francisco’s Chinatown. It held the exact same fortune that convinced my mom to move here all those years ago. Sure, they are all made in the same factories; a coincidence rather than fate. But it led me to Rory, and I like to think my mom had something to do with that.
