"Hey, Chuckles. Why you always seem to be hanging around Mister and Missus Chinaman so much?"

Grudgingly, she looked up from her comic book. "It's Enid," she spat. "Enid Rhee. And he's Korean."

"The Chinaman has a kid your age? Ain't never said shit about you back in Georgia."

"He never mentioned you back in Virginia."

"All I'm saying is, I don't see the resemblance."

"I don't see your point."

"You have his mouth, girlie," he said, leaving. "That's for damn sure."

Enid suddenly felt proud. Although, she wasn't quite sure on exactly why.