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- Author: Opal Wei
- Language: English
- Genre: Asian American Literature
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ZOEY FONG MEETS THE HANDSOME
She was a doll. An adorable, frowning, thunder-browed doll in a spotless
white shirt. With round, pink cheeks. The color likely came from anger, but
the wrath wasn’t directed at Davy so he chose to admire and enjoy rather
than be terrified.
Although dolls could be really scary when bent on vengeance.
But the object of her ire seemed to exist safely in the device—a
microscope?—she was peering into. And after some colorful but not
particularly creative cursing, she glanced up and saw him.
“May I help you?”
When people asked if they could help you in that tone of voice, they
weren’t really looking to come to your aid. Then again, he was intruding.
He smiled apologetically. “I’m a little lost. I’m looking for Dr.
Hisanaga.”
Davy had never been in university buildings, and he hadn’t darkened the
halls of any place of learning in a long time, and despite the fact he
presented a genial face to the world, he felt a trace of anxiety.
This smelled and looked like a hospital.
He’d been in hospitals.
The woman got up with a sigh and came out into the hall, shutting the
door. She crossed her arms.
He tried to look like he enjoyed wandering through the underground
caverns of a building at Musqueam University, looking for people named
Dr. Hisanaga. As it was, the good professor had only grudgingly extended
him an appointment. Which he was now late for.
No use in worrying about that now.
“I don’t know a Dr. Hisanaga.”
“Well, I don’t either, yet. Is there, like, a directory or a kiosk
somewhere?”
“Do I look like an information desk?”
He took in her snapping dark eyes and the soft body under the crisp shirt.
She was fluffy and angry, like a delicious cake that would give him violent
heartburn. He still wanted a bite.
“You’re much prettier,” he said truthfully.
He turned on his best smile.
“Why do cis men think I’m the happy helper booth around here? Tell me
this? I mean, I’m working. I’ve got a microscope. I’ve got this whole—”
she waved her arms at the empty hall “—I’ve got this whole setup. And
these men, these men are forever wandering in asking me for things.”
“I apologize.”
“You do?”
“I really do.”
A pause.
Davy ventured, “It’s just—”
“I knew it. You’re going to apologize. You’re going to make puppy eyes
at me. And then you’re going to ask me for something. What? What do you
want? A moment of my time? A tour? Fix the printer? Can I borrow one of
your mugs, Zoey? I don’t have any clean ones.”
She marched off and half terrified, half intrigued, he followed her.
“Directions. Just directions. My phone isn’t charged.”
“Can’t you ask someone else?”
“No one else seems to be here.”
The woman got to what appeared to be a kitchen or lounge of some sort
and barged inside. “What do you mean no one else is here?”
She spun slowly as if noticing for the first time they were the only people
around.
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