Camy Tang

Chapter 1

Eat and leave. That's all she had to do.

If Grandma didn't kill her first for being late.

Lex Sakai raced through the open doorway to the Chinese restaurant and was immediately immersed in conversation, babies' wails, clashing perfumes, and stale sesame oil. She tripped over the threshold and almost turned her ankle. Stupid pumps. Man, she hated wearing heels.

Her cousin Chester sat behind a small table next to the open doorway.

"Hey Chester."

"Oooh, you're late. Grandma isn't going to be happy. Sign over here." He gestured to the guestbook that was almost drowned in the pink lace glued to the edges.

"What do I do with this?" Lex dropped the Babies R Us box on the table.

Chester grabbed the box and flipped it behind him with the air of a man who'd been doing this for too long and wanted out from behind the frilly welcome table.

Lex understood how he felt. So many of their cousins were having babies, and there were several mixed Chinese-Japanese marriages in the family. Therefore, most cousins opted for these huge--not to mention tiring--traditional Chinese Red Egg and Ginger parties to "present" their newborns, even though the majority of the family was Japanese American.

Lex bent to scrawl her name in the guestbook. Her new sheath dress sliced into her abs, while the fabric strained across her back muscles. Trish had convinced her to buy the dress, and it actually gave her sporty silhouette some curves, but its fitted design prevented movement. She should've worn her old loosefitting dress instead. She finished signing the book and looked back to Chester. "How's the food?" The only thing worthwhile about these noisy events. Lex would rather be at the beach.

"They haven't even started serving."

"Great. That'll put Grandma in a good mood."

Chester grimaced, then gestured toward the far corner where there was a scarlet-draped wall and a huge gold dragon wall-hanging. "Grandma's over there."

"Thanks." Yeah, Chester knew the drill, same as Lex. She had to go over to say hello as soon as she got to the party-- before Grandma saw her, anyway--or Grandma would be peeved and stick Lex on her "Ignore List" until after Christmas.

Lex turned, then stopped. Poor Chester. He looked completely forlorn--not to mention too bulky--behind that silly table. Of all her cousins, he always had a smile and a joke for her. "Do you want to go sit down? I can man the table for you for a while. As long as you don't forget to bring me some food." She winked at him.

Chester flashed his toothy grin, and the weary lines around his face expanded into his normal laugh lines. "I appreciate that, but don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. My sister's going to bring me something--she's got all the kids at her table, so she'll have plenty for me. But thanks, Lex."

"You'd do the same for me."

Lex wiggled in between the round tables and inadvertently jammed her toe into the protruding metal leg of a chair. To accommodate the hefty size of Lex's extended family, the restaurant had loaded the room with tables and chairs so it resembled a game of Tetris. Once bodies sat in the chairs, a chopstick could barely squeeze through. And while Lex prided herself on her athletic 18-percent body fat, she wasn't a chopstick.

The Chinese waiters picked that exact moment to start serving the food.

Clad in black pants and white button-down shirts, they filed from behind the ornate screen covering the doorway to the kitchen, huge round platters held high above their heads. They slid through the crowded room like salmon--how the heck did they do that?--while it took all the effort Lex had to push her way through the five inches between an aunty and uncle's chairs. Like birds of prey, the waiters descended on her as if they knew she couldn't escape.

Lex dodged one skinny waiter with plates of fatty pork and thumb-sized braised octopus. Another waiter almost gouged her eye out with his platter. She ducked and shoved at chairs, earning scathing glances from various uncles and aunties.

Finally, Lex exploded from the sea of tables into the open area by the dragon wall-hanging. She felt like she'd escaped from quicksand. Grandma stood and swayed in front of the horrifying golden dragon, holding her newest great-granddaughter, the star of the party. The baby's face glowed as red as the fabric covering the wall. Probably scared of the dragon's green buggy eyes only twelve inches away. Strange, Grandma seemed to be favoring her right hip.

"Hi, Grandma."

"Lex! Hi sweetie. You're a little late."

Translation: You'd better have a good excuse.

Lex thought about lying, but aside from the fact that she couldn't lie to save her life, Grandma's eyes were keener than a sniper's. "I'm sorry. I was playing grass volleyball and lost track of time."

The carefully lined red lips curved down. "You play sports too much. How are you going to attract a man when you're always sweating?"

Like she was now? Thank goodness for the fruity body spritz she had marinated herself in before she got out of her car.

"That's a pretty dress, Lex. New, isn't it?"

How did she do that? With as many grandchildren as she had, Grandma never failed to notice clothes, whereas Lex barely registered that she wasn't naked. "Thanks. Trish picked it out."

"It's so much nicer than that ugly floppy thing you wore to your cousin's wedding."

Lex gritted her teeth. Respect your grandmother. Do not open your mouth about something like showing up in a polkadotted bikini.

"Actually, Lex, I'm glad you look so ladylike this time. I have a friend's son I want you to meet--"

Oh, no. Not again. "Does he speak English?"

Grandma drew herself to her full height, which looked a little silly because Lex still towered over her. "Of course he does."

"Employed?"

"Yes. Lex, your attitude--"

"Christian?"

"Now why should that make a difference?"

Lex widened innocent eyes. "Religious differences account for a lot of divorces."

"I'm not asking you to marry him, just to meet him."

Liar. "I appreciate how much you care about me, but I'll find my own dates, thanks." Lex smiled like she held a knife blade in her teeth. When Grandma got pushy like this, Lex had more backbone than the other cousins.

"I wouldn't be so concerned, but you don't date at all--"

Not going there. "Is this Chester's niece?" Lex's voice rose an octave as she tickled the baby's Pillsbury-Doughboy stomach. The baby screamed on. "Hey there, cutie, you're so big, betcha having fun, is Grandma showing you off, well, you just look pretty as a picture, are you enjoying your Red Egg and Ginger party? Okay, Grandma, I have to sit down. Bye."

Before Grandma could say another word, Lex whisked away into the throng of milling relatives. Phase one, accomplished. Grandmother engaged. Retreat commencing before more nagging words like "dating" and "marriage" sullied the air.

Next to find her cousins--and best friends--Trish, Venus, and Jenn, who were saving a seat for her. She headed toward the back where all the other unmarried cousins sat as far away from Grandma as physically possible.

Their table was scrunched into the corner against towering stacks of unused chairs--like the restaurant could even hold more chairs. "Lex!" Trish flapped her raised hand so hard, Lex expected it to fly off at any moment. Next to her, Venus lounged, as gorgeous as always and looking bored, while Jennifer sat quietly on her other side, twirling a lock of her long straight hair. On either side of them ...

"Hey, where's my seat?"

Venus's wide almond eyes sent a sincere apology. "We failed you, babe. We had a seat saved next to Jenn, but then . . ." She pointed to where the back of a portly aunty's chair had rammed up against their table. "We had to remove the chair, and by then, the rest were filled."

"Traitors. You should have shoved somebody under the table."

Venus grinned evilly. "You'd fit under there, Lex."

Trish whapped Venus in the arm. "Be nice."

A few of the other cousins looked at them strangely, but they got that a lot. The four of them became close when they shared an apartment during college, but even more so when they all became Christian. No one else understood their flaws, foibles, and faith.

Lex had to find someplace to sit. At the very least, she wanted to snarf some overpriced, high calorie, high cholesterol food at this torturous party.

She scanned the sea of black heads, gray heads, dyed heads, small children's heads with upside-down ricebowl haircuts, and teenager heads with highlighting and funky colors.

There. A table with an empty chair. Her cousin Bobby, his wife, his mother-in-law, and his brood. Six--count 'em, six-- little people under the age of five.

Lex didn't object to kids. She liked them. She enjoyed coaching her girls' volleyball club team. But these were Bobby's kids. The 911 operators knew them by name. The local cops drew straws on who would have to go to their house when they got a call.

However, it might not be so bad to sit with Bobby and family. Kids ate less than adults, meaning more food for Lex.

"Hi, Bobby. This seat taken?"

"No, go ahead and sit." Bobby's moon-face nodded toward the empty chair.

Lex smiled at his nervous wife, who wrestled with an infant making intermittent screeching noises. "Is that ..." Oh great. Boxed yourself in now. Name a name, any name. "Uh ... Kyle?"

The beleaguered mom's smile darted in and out of her grimace as she tried to keep the flailing baby from squirming into a face-plant on the floor. "Yes, this is Kylie. Can you believe she's so big?" One of her sons lifted a fork. "No, sweetheart, put the food down--!"

The deep-fried missile sailed across the table, trailing a tail of vegetables and sticky sauce. Lex had protected her face from volleyballs slammed at eighty miles an hour, but she'd never dodged multi-shots of food. She swatted away a flying net of lemony shredded lettuce, but a bullet of sauce-soaked fried chicken nailed her right in the chest.

Yuck. Well, good thing she could wash--oops, no, she hadn't worn her normal cotton dress. This was the new silk one. The one with the price tag that made her gasp, but also made her look like she actually had a waist instead of a plank for a torso. The dress with the "dry-clean only" tag.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Lex. Bad boy. Look what you did." Bobby's wife leaned across the table with a napkin held out, still clutching her baby whose foot was dragging through the chow mein platter.

The little boy sitting next to Lex shouted in laughter. Which wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't had a mouth full of chewed bok choy in garlic sauce.

Regurgitated cabbage rained on Lex's chest, dampening the sunny lemon chicken. The child pointed at the pattern on her dress and squealed as if he had created a Vermeer. The other children laughed with him.

"Hey boys! That's not nice." Bobby glared at his sons, but otherwise didn't stop shoveling salt-and-pepper shrimp into his mouth.

Lex scrubbed at the mess, but the slimy sauces refused to transfer from her dress onto the polyester napkin, instead clinging to the blue silk like mucus. Oh man, disgustamundo. Lex's stomach gurgled. Why was every other part of her athlete's body strong except for her stomach?

She needed to clean herself up. Lex wrestled herself out of the chair and bumped an older man sitting behind her. "Sorry." The violent motion made the nausea swell, then recede. Don't be silly. Stop being a wimp. But her already sensitive stomach had dropped the call with her head.

Breathe. In. Out. No, not through your nose. Don't look at that boy's drippy nose. Turn away from the drooling baby.

She needed fresh air in her face. She didn't care how rude it was, she was leaving now.

"There you are, Lex."

What in the world was Grandma doing at the far end of the restaurant? This was supposed to be a safe haven. Why would Grandma take a rare venture from the other side where the "more important" family members sat?

"My goodness, Lex! What happened to you?"

"I sat next to Bobby's kids."

Grandma's powdered face scrunched into a grimace. "Here, let me go to the restroom with you." The bright eyes strayed again to the mess on the front of her dress. She gasped.

Oh, no, what else? "What is it?" Lex asked.

"You never wear nice clothes. You always wear that hideous black thing."

"We've already been over this--"

"I never noticed that you have no bosom. No wonder you can't get a guy."

Lex's jaw felt like a loose hinge. The breath stuck in her chest until she forced a painful cough. "Grandma!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Lex could see heads swivel. Grandma's voice carried better than a soccer commentator at the World Cup.

Grandma bent closer to peer at Lex's chest. Lex jumped backward, but the chair behind her wouldn't let her move very far.

Grandma straightened with a frighteningly excited look on her face. "I know what I'll do."

God, now would be a good time for a waiter to brain her with a serving platter.

Grandmother gave a gleeful smile and clapped her hands. "Yes, it's perfect. I'll pay for breast implants for you!"

� Camy Tang
Used by permission of Zondervan

Chapter One

Trish Sakai walked through the door and the entire room hushed.

Well, not exactly pin-drop hushed. More like a handful of the several dozen people in her aunty's enormous living room paused their conversations to glance her way. Maybe Trish had simply expected them to laugh and point.

She shouldn't have worn white. She'd chosen the Bebe dress from her closet in a rebellious mood, which abandoned her at her aunt's doorstep. Maybe because the explosion of red, orange, or gold outfits made her head swim.

At least the expert cut of her dress made her rather average figure curvier and more slender at the same time. She loved how well-tailored clothes ensured she didn't have to work as hard to look good.

Trish kicked off her sandals, and they promptly disappeared in the sea of shoes filling the foyer. She swatted away a flimsy paper dragon drooping from the doorframe and smoothed down her skirt. She snatched her hand back and wrung her fingers behind her.

No, that'll make your hips look huge.

She clenched her hands in front.

Sure, show all the relatives that you're nervous.

She clasped them loosely at her waist and tried to adopt a regal expression.

"Trish, you okay? You look constipated."

Her cousin Bobby snickered while she sneered at him. "Oh, you're so funny I could puke."

"May as well do it now before Grandma gets here."

"She's not here yet?" Oops, that came out sounding a little too relieved. She cleared her throat and modulated her voice to less-than-ecstatic levels. "When's she coming?"

"Uncle picked her up, but he called Aunty and said Grandma forgot something, so he had to go back."

Thank goodness for little favors. "Is Lex here?"

"By the food."

Where else would she be? Last week, her cousin Lex had mentioned that her knee surgeon let her go back to playing volleyball three nights a week and coaching the other two nights, so her metabolism had revved up again. She would be eating like a horse.

Sometimes Trish could just kill her.

She tugged at her skirt--a little tight tonight. She should've had more self-control than to eat that birthday cake at work. She'd have to run an extra day this week ... maybe.

She bounced like a pinball between relatives. The sharp scent of ginger grew more pungent as she headed toward the large airy kitchen. Aunty Sue must have made cold ginger chicken again. Mmmm. The smell mixed with the tang of black bean sauce (Aunty Rachel's shrimp?), stir-fried garlic (any dish Uncle Barry made contained at least two bulbs), and fishy scallions (probably her cousin Linda's Chinese-style sea bass).

A three-foot-tall red streak slammed into her and squashed her big toe.

"Ow!" Good thing the kid hadn't been wearing shoes or she might have broken her foot. Trish hopped backward and her hand fumbled with a low side table. Waxed paper and cornstarch slid under her fingers before the little table fell, dropping the kagami mochi decoration. The sheet of printed paper, the tangerine, and rubbery-hard mochi dumplings dropped to the cream-colored carpet. Well, at least the cornstarch covering the mochi blended in.

The other relatives continued milling around her, oblivious to the minor desecration to the New Year's decoration. Thank goodness for small--

A childish gasp made her turn. The human bullet who caused the whole mess, her little cousin Allison, stood with a hand up to her round lips that were stained cherry-red, probably from the sherbet punch. Allison lifted wide brown eyes up to Trish--hanaokolele-you're-in-trouble--while the other hand pointed to the mochi on the floor.

Trish didn't buy it for a second. "Want to help?" She tried to infuse some leftover Christmas cheer into her voice.

Allison's disdainful look could have come from a teenager rather than a seven-year-old. "You made the mess."

Trish sighed as she bent to pick up the mochi rice dumplings--one large like a hockey puck, the other slightly smaller--and the shihobeni paper they'd been sitting on. She wondered if the shihobeni wouldn't protect the house from fires this next year since she'd dropped it.

"Aunty spent so long putting those together."

Yeah, right. "Is that so?" She laid the paper on the table so it draped off the edge, then stuck the waxed paper on top. She anchored them with the larger mochi.

"Since you busted it, does it mean that Aunty won't have any good luck this year?"

"It's just a tradition. The mochi doesn't really bring prosperity, and the tangerine only symbolizes the family generations." Trish tried to artfully stack the smaller mochi on top of the bottom one, but it wouldn't balance and kept dropping back onto the table.

"That's not what Aunty said."

"She's trying to pass on a New Year's tradition." The smaller mochi dropped to the floor again. "One day you'll have one of these in your own house." Trish picked up the mochi. Stupid Japanese New Year tradition. Last year, she'd glued hers together until Mom found out and brought a new set to her apartment, sans-glue. Trish wasn't even Shinto. Neither was anyone else in her family--most of them were Buddhists--but it was something they did because their family had always done it.

"No, I'm going to live at home and take care of Mommy."

Thank goodness, the kid finally switched topics. "That's wonderful." Trish tried to smash the tangerine on top of the teetering stack of mochi. Nope, not going to fly. "You're such a good daughter."

Allison sighed happily. "I am."

Your ego's going to be too big for this living room, toots. "Um ... let's go to the kitchen." She crammed the tangerine on the mochi stack, then turned to hustle Allison away before she saw them fall back down onto the floor.

"Uh, Triiiish?"

She almost ran over the kid, who had whirled around and halted in her path like a guardian lion. Preventing Trish's entry into the kitchen. And blocking the way to the food. She tried to sidestep, but the other relatives in their conversational clusters, oblivious to her, hemmed her in on each side.

Allison sidled closer. "Happy New Year!"

"Uh ... Happy New Year." What was she up to? Trish wouldn't put anything past her devious little brain.

"We get red envelopes at New Year's." Her smile took on a predatory gleam.

"Yes, we do." One tradition she totally didn't mind. Even the older cousins like Trish and Lex got some money from the older relatives, because they weren't married yet.

Allison beamed. "So did you bring me a red envelope?"

What? Wait a minute. Was she supposed to bring red envelopes for the younger kids? No, that couldn't be. "No, only the married people do that." And only for the great-cousins, not their first cousins, right? Or was that great-cousins, too? She couldn't remember.

Allison's face darkened to purple. "That's not true. Aunty gives me a red envelope and she's not married."

"She used to be married. Uncle died."

"She's not married now. So you're supposed to give me a red envelope, too."

Yeah, right. "If I gave out a red envelope to every cousin and great-cousin, I'd go bankrupt."

"You're lying. I'm going to tell Mommy." Allison pouted, but her sly eyes gave her away.

A slow, steady burn crept through her body. This little extortionist wasn't going to threaten her, not tonight of all nights.

She crouched down to meet Allison at eye level and forced a smile. "That's not very nice. That's spreading lies."

Allison bared her teeth in something faintly like a grin.

"It's not good to be a liar." Trish smoothed the girl's red velvet dress, trimmed in white lace.

"You're the liar. You said you're not supposed to give me a red envelope, and that's a lie."

The brat had a one-track mind. "It's not a lie."

"Then I'll ask Mommy." The grin turned sickeningly sweet.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Trish tweaked one of Allison's curling-iron-manufactured corkscrews, standing out amongst the rest of her straight hair.

"I can do whatever I want." An ugly streak marred the angelic mask.

"Of course you can."

Allison blinked.

"But if you do, I'll tell Grandma that I found her missing jade bracelet in your bedroom." Gotcha.

"What were you doing in my bedroom?" Allison's face matched her dress.

Trish widened her eyes. "Well, you left it open when your mom hosted the family Christmas party ...

Allison's lips disappeared in her face, and her nostrils flared. "You're lying--"

"And you know Grandma will ask your mommy to search your room."

Her face whitened.

"So why don't we forget about this little red envelope thing, hmm?" Trish straightened the gold heart pendant on Allison's necklace and gave her a bland smile.

A long, loud inhale filled Allison's lungs. For a second, Trish panicked, worried that she'd scream or something, but the air left her noiselessly.

Trish stood. "See ya." She muscled her way past the human traffic cone.

She zeroed in on the kitchen counters like a heat-seeking missile. "Hey, guys."

Her cousins Venus, Lex, and Jenn turned to greet her.

"You're even later than Lex." Venus leaned her sexy-enough-to-make-Trish-sick curves against a countertop as she crunched on a celery stick.

"Hey!" Lex nudged her with a bony elbow, then spoke to Trish. "Grandma's not here yet, but your mom--"

"Trish, there you are." Mom flittered up. "Did you eat yet? Let me fill you a plate. Make sure you eat the kuromame for good luck. I know you don't like chestnuts and black beans, but just eat one. Did you want any konbu? Seaweed is very good for you."

"No, Mom--"

"How about Aunty Eileen's soup? I'm not sure what's in it this year, but it doesn't look like tripe this time--"

"Mom, I can get my own food."

"Of course you can, dear." Mom handed her a mondo-sized plate.

Trish grabbed it, then eyed Venus's miniscule plate filled sparingly with meat, fish, and veggies. Aw, phooey. Why did Venus have to always be watching her hourglass figure--with inhuman self-control over her calorie intake--making Trish feel dumpy just for eating a potsticker? She replaced her plate with a smaller one.

Lex had a platter loaded with chicken and lo mein, which she shoveled into her mouth. "The noodles are good."

"Why are you eating so much today?"

"Aiden's got me in intensive training for the volleyball tournament coming up."

Trish turned toward the groaning sideboard to hide the pang in her gut at mention of Lex's boyfriend. Who had been Trish's physical therapist. Aiden hadn't met Lex yet when Trish had hit on him, but he'd rebuffed her--rather harshly, she thought--then became Christian and now was living a happily-ever-after with Lex.

Trish wasn't jealous at all.

Why did she always seem to chase away the good ones and keep the bad ones? Story of her life. Her taste in men matched Lex's horrendous taste in clothes--Lex wore nothing but ugly, loose workout clothes, while Trish dated nothing but ugly (well, in character, at least) losers.

Next to her, Jennifer inhaled as if she were in pain. "Grandma's here."

"No, not now. This is so not fair. I haven't eaten yet."

"It'll still be here." Venus's caustic tone cut through the air at the same time her hand grabbed Trish's plate. "Besides, you're eating too much fat."

Trish glared. "I am not fat--"

Venus gave a long-suffering sigh. "I didn't say you were fat. I said you're eating unhealthily."

"You wouldn't say that to Lex." She stabbed a finger at her athletic cousin, who was shoveling chicken long rice into her mouth.

Lex paused. "She already did." She slurped up a rice noodle.

Venus rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "All of you eat terribly. You need to stop putting so much junk into your bodies."

"I will when Jenn stops giving us to-die-for homemade chocolate truffles." Trish traded a high-five with Jenn, their resident culinary genius.

"Besides, chocolate's good for you." Lex spoke through a mouthful of black bean shrimp.

Venus, who seemed to know she was losing the battle, brandished a celery stick. "You all should eat more fiber--"

Trish snatched at a deep-fried chicken wing and made a face at her. "It's low carb." Although she'd love to indulge in just a little of those Chinese noodles later when Venus wasn't looking ...

She only had time to take a couple bites before she had to drop the chicken in a napkin and wipe her fingers. She skirted the edge of the crowd of relatives who collected around Grandma, wishing her Happy New Year.

Grandma picked up one of Trish's cousin's babies and somehow managed to keep the sticky red film coating his hands from her expensive Chanel suit. How did Grandma do that? It must be a gift. The same way her elegant salt-and-pepper 'do never had a hair out of place.

Then Grandma grabbed someone who had been hovering at her shoulder and thrust him forward.

No. Way.

What was Kazuo doing here?

With Grandma?

Her breath caught as the familiar fluttering started in her ribcage. No, no, no, no, no. She couldn't react this way to him again. That's what got her in trouble the last time.

Trish grabbed Jenn's arm and pulled her back toward the kitchen. "I have to hide."

Jenn's brow wrinkled. "Why?"

"That's Kazuo."

Jenn's eyes popped bigger than the moon cakes on the sideboard. "Really? I never met him." She twisted her head.

"Don't look. Hide me."

Jenn sighed. "Isn't that a little silly? He's here for the New Year's party."

Trish darted her gaze around the kitchen, through the doorway to the smaller TV room. "There are over a hundred people here. There's a good chance I can avoid him."

"He probably came to see you." A dreamy smile lit Jenn's lips. "How romantic ...

A mochi-pounding mallet thumped in the pit of Trish's stomach. Romantic this was not.

"What's wrong?" Venus and Lex separated from the crowd to circle around her.

"That's Kazuo."

"Really?" Lex whirled around and started to peer through the doorway into the front room. "We never met him--"

"Don't look now! Hide me!"

Venus lifted a sculpted eyebrow. "Oh, come on."

"How does Grandma know him?" Jennifer's soothing voice fizzled Venus's sarcasm.

"She met him when we were dating."

"Grandma loves Kazuo." Lex tossed the comment over her shoulder as she stood at the doorway and strained to see Kazuo past the milling relatives.

Venus's brow wrinkled. "Loves him? Why?"

Trish threw her hands up in the air. "He's a Japanese national. He spoke Japanese to her. Of course she'd love him."

Jennifer chewed her lip. "Grandma's not racist--"

Venus snorted. "Of course she's not racist, but she's certainly biased."

"That's not a good enough reason. Don't you think there's something fishy about why she wants Trish to get back together with him?"

Venus opened her mouth, but nothing came out. After a moment, she closed it. "Maybe you're right."

Trish flung her arms out. "But I have no idea what that reason is."

"So is she matchmaking? Now?"

"What better place?" Trish pointed to the piles of food. "Fatten me up and serve me back to him on a platter."

Venus rolled her eyes. "Trish--"

"I'm serious. No way am I going to let her do that. Not with him." The last man on earth she wanted to see. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Her carnal body certainly wanted to see him, even though her brain and spirit screamed, Run away! Run away!

"Was it that bad a breakup?" Lex looked over her shoulder at them.

Trish squirmed. "I, uh ... I don't think he thinks we're broken up."

"What do you mean? It happened six months ago." Venus's gaze seemed to slice right through her.

"Well ... I saw him a couple days ago."

Venus's eyes flattened. "And ...?"

Trish blinked rapidly. "We ... got along really well."

Venus crossed her arms and glared.

How did Venus do that? Trish barely had to open her mouth and Venus knew when she was lying. "We, um ... got along really well."

Jennifer figured it out first. She gasped so hard, Trish worried she'd pass out from lack of oxygen.

Venus cast a sharp look at her, then back at Trish. Her mouth sprang open. "You didn't."

"Didn't what?" Lex rejoined the circle and the drama unfolding. She peered at Jenn and Venus--one frozen in shock, the other white with anger.

Trish's heart shrank in her chest. She bit her lip and tasted blood. She couldn't look at her cousins. She couldn't even say it.

Venus said it for her. "You slept with him again."

Lex's jaw dropped. "Tell me you didn't." The hurt in her eyes stabbed at Trish's heart like Norman Bates in Psycho.

Well, it was true that Trish's obsessive relationship with Kazuo had made her sort of completely and utterly abandon Lex last year when she tore her ACL. Lex probably felt like Trish was priming to betray her again. "It was only once. I couldn't help myself--"

"After everything you told me last year about how you never asked God about your relationship with Kazuo and now you were free." Lex's eyes grew dark and heavy, and Trish remembered the night Lex had first torn her ACL. Trish had been too selfish, wanting to spend time with Kazuo instead of helping Lex home from one of the most devastating things that had ever happened to her.

"I just couldn't help myself--" Trish couldn't seem to say anything else.

"So is Kazuo more important to you than me, after all?" Lex's face had turned into cold, pale marble, making her eyes stand out in their intensity.

A sickening ache gnawed in Trish's stomach. She hunched her shoulders, feeling the muscles tighten and knot.

Her cousins had always been compassionate whenever she hurt them, betrayed them, or caused them hassle and stress by the things she did. She knew she had a tendency to be thoughtless, but she had always counted on their instant hugs and "That's okay, Trish, we'll fix it for you." But now she realized--although they forgave her, they were still hurt each and every time. Maybe this was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Where's Trish?" Grandma's refined voice managed to carry above the conversations. "I'm sure she wants to see you." She was coming closer to the kitchen.

"I can't face him." Trish barely recognized her own voice, as thready as old cobwebs. "I can't face Grandma, either." A tremor rippled through her body.

Venus's eyes softened in understanding. "I'll stall them for you."

Trish bolted.

Out the other doorway into the living room. She dodged around a few relatives who were watching sports highlights on the big-screen TV. She spied the short hallway to Aunty's bedroom. She could hide. Recoup. Or panic.

She slipped down the hallway and saw the closed door at the end. A narrow beam of faint light from under it cast a glow over the carpet. Her heart started to slow.

Maybe she could lie down, pretend she was sick? No, Grandma might suggest Kazuo take her home.

She could pretend she got a phone call, an emergency at work. Would Grandma know there weren't many emergencies with cell biology research on New Year's Eve?

The worst part was, Trish hadn't even gotten to eat yet.

She turned the doorknob, but it stuck. Must be the damp weather. She applied her shoulder and nudged. The door clicked open. She slipped into the bedroom.

A couple stood in the dim lamplight, locked in a passionate embrace straight out of Star magazine. Trish's heart lodged in her throat. Doh! Leave now! She whirled.

Wait a minute.

She turned.

The man had dark wavy hair, full and thick. His back was turned to her, but something about his stance ...

The couple sprang apart. Looked at her.

Dad.

Kissing a woman who wasn't her mother.



Taken from Only Uni, Copyright (c) 2008 by Camy Tang. Used by permission of Zondervan.

Chapter one

Venus Chau opened the door to her aunt's house and almost fainted.

"What died?" She exhaled sharply, trying to get the foul air out of her body before it caused cancer or something.

Her cousin Jennifer Lim entered the foyer with the look of an oni goblin about to eat someone. "She's stinking up my kitchen."

"Who?" Venus hesitated on the threshold, breathing clean night air before she had to close the door.

"My mother, who else?"

The ire in Jenn's voice made Venus busy herself with kicking off her heels amongst the other shoes in the tile foyer. Hoo-boy, she'd never seen quiet Jenn this irate before. Then again, since Aunty Yuki had given her daughter the rule of the kitchen when she'd started cooking in high school, Jenn rarely had to make way for another cook.

"What is she cooking? Beef intestines?"

Jenn flung her arms out. "Who knows? Something Trish is supposed to eat."

"But we don't have to eat it, right? Right?"

"I'll never become pregnant if I have to eat stuff like that." Jenn whirled and stomped toward the kitchen.

Venus turned right into the living room where her very pregnant cousin Trish lounged on the sofa next to her boyfriend, Spenser. "Hey, guys." Her gaze paused on their twined hands. It continued to amaze her that Spenser would date a woman pregnant with another man's child. Maybe Venus shouldn't be so cynical about the men she met. Here was at least one good guy.

Trish's arms shot into the air like a Raiders' cheerleader, nearly clocking Spenser in the eye. "I'm officially on maternity leave!"

Venus paused to clap. "So how did you celebrate?"

"I babysat Matthew all day today." She smiled dreamily at Spenser at the mention of his son.

Venus frowned and landed her hands on her hips. "In your condition?"

Trish waved a hand. "He's not that bad. He stopped swallowing things weeks ago."

"I'm finally not wasting money on all those emergency room visits," Spenser said.

"Besides, I got a book about how to help toddlers expect a new baby." Trish bounced lightly on the sofa cushion in her excitement.

"And?" It seemed kind of weird to Venus, since Trish and Spenser weren't engaged or anything. Yet.

Trish chewed her lip. "I don't know if he totally understands, but at least it's a start."

A sense of strangeness washed over Venus as she watched the two of them, the looks they exchanged that weren't mushy or intimate, just . . . knowing. Like mind reading. It made her feel alienated from her cousin for the first time in her life, and she didn't really like it.

She immediately damped down the feeling. How could she begrudge Trish such a wonderful relationship? Venus was so selfish. She disgusted herself.

She looked around the living room. "Where is -- "

"Venus!" The childish voice rang down the short hallway. She stepped back into the foyer to see Spenser's son, Matthew, trotting down the carpet with hands reached out to her. He grabbed her at the knees, wrinkling her silk pants, but she didn't mind. His shining face looking up at her -- way up, since she was the tallest of the cousins -- made her feel like she was the only reason he lived and breathed. "Psycho Bunny?" he pleaded.

She pretended to think about it. His hands shook her pants legs to make her decide faster.

"Okay."

He darted into the living room and plopped in front of the television, grabbing at the game controllers. The kid had it down pat -- in less than a minute, the music for the Psycho Bunny video game rolled into the room.

Venus sank to the floor next to him.

"Jenn is totally freaking out." Trish's eyes had popped to the size of siu mai dumplings.

"What brought all this on?" Venus picked up the other controller.

"Well, Aunty Yuki had a doctor's appointment today -- "

"Is she doing okay?" She chose the Bunny Foo-Foo character for the game just starting.

"Clean bill of health. Cancer's gone, as far as they can tell."

"So that's why she's taken over Jenn's domain?"

Trish rubbed her back and winced. "She took one look at me and decided I needed something to help the baby along."

Jenn huffed into the living room. "She's going to make me ruin the roast chicken!"

Venus ignored her screeching tone. "Sit down. You're not going to make her hurry by hovering." She and Matthew both jumped over the snake pit and landed in the hollow tree.

Jenn flung herself into an overstuffed chair and dumped her feet on the battered oak coffee table.

Venus turned to glance at the foyer. No Nikes. "Where's Lex?"

"Late. Where else?" Jenn snapped.

"I thought Aiden was helping her be better about that."

"He's not a miracle worker." Spenser massaged Trish's back.

"I have to leave early." Venus stretched her silk-clad feet out, wriggling her toes. Her new stilettos looked great but man, they hurt her arches.

"Then you might not eat at all." Jenn crossed her arms over her chest.

Venus speared her with a glance like a stainless steel skewer. "Chill, okay Cujo?"

Jenn pouted and scrunched further down in the chair.

Venus ignored her and turned back to the game. Her inattention had let Matthew pick up the treasure chest. "I have to work on a project."

"For work?"

"No, for me." Only the Spiderweb, the achievement of her lifetime, a new tool that would propel her to the heights of video game development stardom. Which was why she'd kept it separate from her job-related things -- she didn't even use her company computer when she worked on it, only her personal laptop.

A new smell wafted into the room, this one rivaling the other in its stomach-roiling ability. Venus waved her hand in front of her face.

"Pffaugh! What is she cooking?"

Trish's face had turned the color of green tea. "You're lucky you don't have to eat it. Whatever it is, it ain't gonna stay down for long."

"Just say you still have morning sickness."

"In my ninth month?"

Venus shrugged.

The door slammed open. "Hey, guys -- blech."

Venus twisted around to see her cousin Lex doubled over, clenching her washboard stomach (Venus wished she could have one of those) and looking like she'd hurled up all the shoes littering the foyer floor.

Lex's boyfriend Aiden grabbed her waist to prevent her from nosediving into the tile. "Lex, it's not that bad."

"The gym locker room smells better." Lex used her toes to pull off her cross-trainers without bothering to untie them. "The men's locker room."

"It's not me," Jenn declared. "It's Mom, ruining all my best pots."

"What is she doing? Killing small animals on the stovetop?"

"Something for the baby." Trish tried to smile, but it looked more like a wince.

"As long as we don't have to eat it." Lex dropped her slouchy purse on the floor and walked into the living room.

Aunty Yuki appeared behind her in the doorway, bearing a steaming bowl. "Here, Trish. Drink this." The brilliant smile on her wide face eclipsed her tiny stature.

Venus smelled something pungent, like when she walked into a Chinese medicine shop with her dad. A bolus of air erupted from her mouth, and she coughed. "What is that?" She dropped the game controller.

"Pig's brain soup."

Trish's smile hardened to plastic. Lex grabbed her mouth. Spenser -- who was Chinese and therefore had been raised with the weird concoctions -- sighed. Aiden looked at them all like they were funny-farm rejects.

Venus closed her eyes, tightened her mouth, and concentrated on not gagging. Good thing her stomach was empty.

Aunty Yuki's mouth pursed. "What's wrong? My mother-in-law made me eat pig's brain soup when I was a couple weeks from delivering Jennifer."

"That's what you ruined my pots with?" Jennifer steamed hotter than the bowl of soup.

Her mom caught the yakuza-about-to-hack-your-finger-off expression on Jenn's face. Aunty Yuki paused, then backtracked to the kitchen. With the soup bowl, thankfully.

"Papa?" Matthew's voice sounded faint.

Venus turned.

"Don't feel good." He clutched his poochy tummy.

"Oh, no." Spenser grabbed his son and headed out of the living room.

Then the world exploded.

Just as they passed into the foyer, Matthew threw up onto the tiles.

Lex, with her weak stomach when it came to bodily fluids, took one look and turned pasty.

A burning smell and a few cries sounded from the kitchen.

Trish sat up straighter than a Buddha and clenched her rounded abdomen. "Oh!"

Spenser held his crying son as he urped up the rest of his afternoon snack. Lex clapped a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from following Matthew's example. Jenn started for the kitchen, but then Matthew's mess blocking the foyer stopped her. Trish groaned and curled in on herself, clutching her tummy.

Venus shot to her feet. She wasn't acting Game Lead at her company for nothing.

"You." She pointed to Jenn. "Get to the kitchen and send your mom in here for Trish." Jenn leaped over Matthew's puddle and darted away. "And bring paper towels for the mess!"

"You," she flung at Spenser. "Take Matthew to the bathroom."

He gestured to the brand new hallway carpet.

Oh no, Aunty Yuki would have a fit. But it couldn't be helped. "If he makes a mess on the carpet, we'll just clean it up later."

He didn't hesitate. He hustled down the hallway with Matthew in his arms.

Venus kicked the miniscule living room garbage basket closer to Lex. "Hang your head over that." Not that it would hold more than spittle, but it was better than letting Lex upchuck all over the plush cream carpet. Why did Lex, tomboy and jock, have to go weak every time something gross happened?

"You." Venus stabbed a manicured finger at Aiden. "Get your car, we're taking Trish to the hospital."

He didn't jump at her command. "After one contraction?"

Trish moaned, and Venus had a vision of the baby flying out of her in the next minute. She pointed to the door again. "Just go!"

Aiden shrugged and slipped out the front door, muttering to himself.

"You." She stood in front of Trish, who'd started Lamaze breathing through her pursed lips. "Uh . . ."

Trish peered up at her.

"Um . . . stop having contractions."

Trish rolled her eyes, but didn't speak through her pursed lips.

Venus ignored her and went to kneel over Matthew's rather watery puddle, which had spread with amoeba fingers reaching down the lines of grout. Lex's purse lay nearby, so she rooted in it for a tissue or something to start blotting up the mess.

Footsteps approaching. Before she could raise her head or shout a warning, Aunty Yuki hurried into the foyer. "What's wron -- !"

It was like a Three Stooges episode. Aunty Yuki barreled into Venus's bent figure. She had leaned over Matthew's mess to protect anyone from stepping in it, but it also made her an obstacle in the middle of the foyer.

"Ooomph!" The older woman's feet -- shod in cotton house slippers, luckily, and not shoes -- jammed into Venus's ribs. She couldn't see much except a pair of slippers leaving the floor at the same time, and then a body landing on the living room carpet on the other side of her. Ouch.

"Are you okay?" Venus twisted to kneel in front of her, but she seemed slow to rise.

"Venus, here're the paper towels -- "

Jenn's voice in the foyer made Venus whirl on the balls of her feet and fling her hands up. "Watch out!"

Jenn stopped just in time. Her toes were only inches away from Matthew's mess, her body leaning forward. Her arms whirled, still clutching the towels, like a cheerleader and her pom-poms.

"Jenn." Spenser's voice coming down the hallway toward the foyer. "Where are the -- "

"Stop!" Venus and Jenn shouted at the same time.

Spenser froze, his foot hovering above a finger of the puddle that had stretched toward the hallway. "Ah. Okay. Thanks." He lowered his foot on the clean tile to the side.

Aiden opened the front door. "The car's out front -- " The sight of them all left him speechless.

Trish had started to hyperventilate, her breath seething through her teeth. "Will somebody do something?!"

Aunty Yuki moaned from her crumpled position on the floor.

Smoke started pouring from the kitchen, along with the awful smell of burned . . . something that wasn't normal food.

Venus snatched the paper towels from Jenn. "Kitchen!" Jenn fled before she'd finished speaking. "What do you need?" Venus barked at Spenser.

"Extra towels."

"Guest bedroom closet, top shelf."

He headed back down the hall. Venus turned to Aiden and swept a hand toward Aunty Yuki on the living room floor. "Take care of her, will you?"

"What about me?" Trish moaned through a clenched jaw.

"Stop having contractions!" Venus swiped up the mess on the tile before something worse happened, like someone stepped in it and slid. That would just be the crowning cherry to her evening. Even when she wasn't at work, she was still working.

"Are you okay, Aunty?" She stood with the sodden paper towels.

Aiden had helped her to a seat next to Lex, who was ashen-faced and still leaning over the tiny trash can. Aside from a reddish spot on Aunty Yuki's elbow, she seemed fine.

Jenn entered the living room, her hair wild and a distinctive burned smell sizzling from her clothes. "My imported French saucepan is completely blackened!" But she had enough sense not to glare at her parent as she probably wanted to. Aunty Yuki suddenly found the wall hangings fascinating.

Venus started to turn toward the kitchen to throw away the paper towels she still held. "Well, we have to take Trish to the hospital -- "

"Actually . . ." Trish's breathing had slowed. "I think it's just a false alarm."

Venus turned to look at her. "False alarm? Pregnant women have those?"

"It happened a couple days ago too."

"What?" Venus almost slammed her fist into her hip, but remembered the dirty paper towels just in time. Good thing too, because she had on a Chanel suit.

Trish gave a long, slow sigh. "Yup, they're gone. That was fast." She smiled cheerfully.

Venus wanted to scream. This was out of her realm. At work, she was used to grabbing a crisis at the throat and wrestling it to submission. This was somewhere Trish was heading without her, and the thought both frightened and unnerved her. She shrugged it off. "Well . . . Aunty -- "

"I'm fine, Venus." Aunty Yuki inspected her elbow. "Jennifer, get those Japanese Salonpas patches -- "

"Mom, they stink." Jenn's stress over her beautiful kitchen made her more belligerent than Venus had ever seen her before. Not that the camphor patches could smell any worse than the burned Chinese-old-wives'-pregnancy-food permeating the house.

At the sound of the word Salonpas, Lex pinched her lips together but didn't say anything.

Aunty Yuki gave Jenn a limpid look. "The Salonpas gets rid of the pain."

"I'll get it." Aiden headed down the hallway to get the adhesive patches.

"In the hall closet." Jenn's words slurred a bit through her tight jaw.

Distraction time. Venus tried to smile. "Aunty, if you're okay, then let's eat."

Jenn's eyes flared neon red. "Can't."

"Huh?"

"Somebody turned off the oven." Jenn frowned at her mother, who tactfully looked away. "Dinner won't be for another hour." She stalked back to the kitchen.

Even with the nasty smell, Venus's stomach protested its empty state. "It's already eight o'clock."

"Suck it up!" Jenn yelled from the kitchen.

It was going to be a long night.

***

Venus needed a Reese's peanut butter cup.

No, a Reese's was bad. Sugar, fat, preservatives, all kinds of chemicals she couldn't even pronounce.

Oooh, but it would taste so good . . .

No, she equated Reese's cups with her fat days. She was no longer fat. She didn't need a Reese's.

But she sure wanted one after such a hectic evening with her cousins.

She trudged up the steps to her condo. Home. Too small to invite people over, and that was the way she liked it. Her haven, where she could relax and let go, no one to see her when she was vulnerable --

Her front door was ajar.

Her limbs froze mid-step, but her heart rat-tat-tatted in her chest like a machine gun. Someone. Had. Broken. Into. Her. Home.

Her hand started to shake. She clenched it to her hip, crushing the silk of her pants. What to do? He might still be there. Pepper spray. In her purse. She searched in her bag and finally found the tiny bottle. Her hand trembled so much, she'd be more likely to spritz herself than the intruder.

Were those sounds coming from inside? She reached out a hand, but couldn't quite bring herself to push the door open further.

Stupid, call the police! She fumbled with the pepper spray so she could extract her cell phone. Dummy, don't pop yourself in the eye with that stuff! She switched the spray to her other hand while her thumb dialed 9 - 1 - 1. Her handbag's leather straps dug into her elbow.

Thump! That came from her living room! Footsteps. Get away from the door! She stumbled backwards, but remembering the stairs right behind her, she tried to stop herself from tumbling down. Her ankle tilted on her stilettos, and she fell sideways to lean against the wall. The footsteps approached her open door.

"9 - 1 - 1, what's your emergency?"

She raised her hand with the bottle of pepper spray. "Someone's -- "

The door swung open.

"Edgar!" The cell phone dropped with a clatter, but she kept a firm grip on the pepper spray, suddenly tempted to use it.

One of her junior programmers stood in her open doorway.

Copyright (c) 2008 by Camy Tang
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