a hand on her cocked hip. “Next time, grab the man by the ears and give him a big wet one. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You can make him squeal.” Raina laughed and shook her head. “All right. I’ll be sure to bring it next time.” Eden winked. “I’m going to harass the police about my phone again. Maybe someone at the station will be in a gossipy mood. What are you planning to do later?” “Head to campus to find Cora. I have a feeling the kid might know something.” Raina waved good-bye to Eden and went inside her apartment. Ignoring the questions in Po Po's eyes, she dragged the suitcase into the bedroom, grunting from the effort. How long was Po Po planning to stay? Either she had clothes for several weeks or she packed rocks. “Which cousin drove you here?” She wasn’t surprised the cousin left without saying hi. Po Po patted her hair. “The family doesn't know I'm here yet. I took the morning train. I looked up the schedule on the Internet.” Raina snapped her mouth shut. Her mom would descend on this place like a wet alley cat. She swallowed, but her voice still came out in a croak. “Are you going to make the call?” Po Po peered into her face and chuckled. “I'll call and explain everything.” Another major blowout between her grandma and her dictatorial Uncle Anthony? Raina hated when her grandma used her as a shield. As if she weren’t on the poop list with her family already over her supposed inheritance. Her grandma’s relationship with her eldest son was complicated. Or at least that was what Raina told people. In reality, her Uncle Anthony spewed directives like some old patriarch in China, which Po Po promptly ignored even though she had been the traditional obedient wife when her husband was alive. Raina suppressed a sigh. As much as she loved her grandma, it was only a matter of time before the family she had been trying to escape would descend upon her like a pack of hungry wolves. “Where did you learn to use the Internet?” “The association had a computer class for the seniors. You can find all kinds of nifty stuff on the web these days.” The oldest Chinese families in San Francisco had associations for members of their clan, which started as places to help immigrants back in the Gold Rush days. Of course, the fact that the Sun family didn’t have an association only confirmed her grandfather’s belief Raina’s mom married beneath her. “What does Mom have to say about this?” Raina asked. Her grandma with unlimited access to information wasn’t a comforting thought. “I don’t care. If your mom stopped going to her boring book clubs to meet men, she might learn something new. Someone her age should know how to work her smarty pants phone.” Po Po chuckled. “So what’s for breakfast? I’m starving.” Raina opened her refrigerator. A half a bag of spinach and two eggs. She regretted tossing out last night’s dinner in an unusual fit of anger. Po Po made a face when Raina told her the options. “Let’s go to that waffle house. I’m buying.” Raina grabbed her purse. “I ran into Matthew recently. Did you know that he moved here?” When Matthew’s grandma still lived in San Francisco, she and Po Po had been best friends. Surely Po Po would have told her if she knew the Louies were in town. Her grandma nodded. “How come you didn’t volunteer this information when I planned my move for grad school?” Po Po averted her gaze. “It wasn’t important. You shouldn’t let a man influence your decisions.” “As I recall, you supported my decision to move here. You emphasized the personal attention I’d get at a small college compared to U.C. Davis.” “And wasn’t I right?” “Yes,” Raina muttered, but it didn’t stop her from feeling that her grandma had nudged her toward the decision because of Matthew. “Honey, I’m starving. Can we talk about this over breakfast?” “Let’s roll.” “I need you to drop