I know. I was talking about your second father.
He died in a car accident.
Yes. I read the report.
And you think my mother and I lied.
I told you, I don't care any more.
Why? You said you were an investigator.
It was. I think I just quit. Did you like your second father?
Her lips buzz as she exhales deeply; he cannot tell if she is amused
by the question or holding back a flood of tears.
He was my father for a few years. I didn't see him most of the
time. He didn't like being with my mom too much.
I know. Sounds like he just wanted to get away.
I want to get away.
We don't have to go to Hsientien, he says.
Where to, then?
How far to Kenting?