Chapter 1 · Rice Balls
On the last morning of the class trip, the bus stopped at a small breakfast shop on the east coast road of Taiwan, and Ms. Reyes went inside to pick up the lunches everyone had ordered the day before.
Kai followed her in, mostly to get out of the humid bus. The shop was tiny and hot. Behind the counter, an old woman was pressing warm rice into balls around pork floss and egg, working so fast her hands almost blurred.
One of her thumbs was wrapped in a dirty bandage. She did not seem to notice it.
"Thirty-one," Ms. Reyes said, and the woman slid three plastic bags across the counter, each one heavy with rice balls wrapped in plastic.
Back on the bus, the bags went onto the empty front seat, right under the window, where the morning sun came pouring in.
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