Neither of us had ever seen anyone else carry such an ethereal face, either in China or in America. Faye was the epitome of cool. I didn’t care about Abercrombie logo T-shirts or milkshakes or Tamagotchis. When I wasn’t thinking about mermaids or swimming, I was thinking about Faye. My mother played her CDs to and from practice, Faye’s crooning accompanying our journey.
