The only way to know what Betty Tran thinks—about me or anything—would of course be to ask her using words, which would then make heart-rendingly clear there’s no way to know. No best word there, either. If there is a next week, the best I can do is drive back to Vietnam-Minnesota Hospitality and pay for a massage as if nothing was amiss (since maybe there isn’t). The business of business is always business—’til it’s not fun anymore.
