The movement on the periphery of her visual field draws Lu Li's attention to the woman. A stranger. She seems relaxed - welcoming, even - as if she's speaking to another being made of flesh and blood. To be treated as a person is still an adjustment for Lu Li. But it's what she's been craving ever since she escaped that awful station.
She holds out the photograph. It shows two Asian women - one bespectacled and the other with her hair up in a messy bun - standing in front of a two-story house, their hands on each other's waists. Their smiles and the boxes at their feet make it clear that this house was theirs.
Lu Li tucks it away into her jumpsuit's pocket and types a response.]
I'M NOT SURE HOW THEY GOT A HOLD OF IT. BUT I'M GRATEFUL. THIS WAS WHEN MY WIFE AND I MOVED INTO OUR FIRST HOME.
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The movement on the periphery of her visual field draws Lu Li's attention to the woman. A stranger. She seems relaxed - welcoming, even - as if she's speaking to another being made of flesh and blood. To be treated as a person is still an adjustment for Lu Li. But it's what she's been craving ever since she escaped that awful station.
She holds out the photograph. It shows two Asian women - one bespectacled and the other with her hair up in a messy bun - standing in front of a two-story house, their hands on each other's waists. Their smiles and the boxes at their feet make it clear that this house was theirs.
Lu Li tucks it away into her jumpsuit's pocket and types a response.]
I'M NOT SURE HOW THEY GOT A HOLD OF IT. BUT I'M GRATEFUL. THIS WAS WHEN MY WIFE AND I MOVED INTO OUR FIRST HOME.