Fake Dates and Mooncakes

by Sher Lee

“Which is precisely why I made sure the grant came through the Revolc Foundation.” “Right. That’s Clover spelled backward. Appropriately named after my dog, who, like me, knows better than to trust strangers.”

I shrug. “He lives in a huge mansion and drives a Ferrari. I ride a bike with a squeaky front wheel. Our worlds are as far apart as the sun and the moon.” “They align every now and then,” Aunt Jade points out. “Eclipses are pretty memorable.” But they’re over before you know it, I don’t say.