"One of us girls is moving on. One girl will get out of Saigon"
"So now who's really Miss Saigon," Monica said smiling.
"TV and stereo she gets. And Elvis Presley on cassettes"
Hazel and Gus entered the room. He had an arm around her. One of the girls commented on the dress Gus bought Hazel.
"You did a job on him I guess"
Hazel laughed shyly.
"He simply asked me. I said, "yes"," she explained
"Come on, let's bless the new princess"
"Dju vui vay. Yu doi my. Dju vui vay. Vao nyay moy
Hazel touched the shrine of her parents.
"Will you give me life smile today? Look with favoring eyes on this man. Show your daughter's heart your forgiveness and send to us from your home above your blessing on our love"
The girls sang the blessing. Hazel echoed it.
"It's so pretty," Gus said, "But what does it mean?"
"It's what all the girls sing at weddings," Hazel explained.
Gus looked up startled.
"They didn't know what else to sing."
"It's the prettiest thing that I ever heard," Gus said honestly.
Gus's friends arrive carrying beer and a platter of food. The party gathers around the bed, and Monica leads a toast to Hazel.
"To Miss Saigon!"
"Miss Saigon!" all the guests cheered
