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Sugar took her baby from the Chinese nursemaid after David’s morning feeding. She studied his sweet face, looking first at his epicanthic eyes – then his nose, ears and mouth, which were not like other Chinese children. They seemed familiar, though.
“So why did this particular baby end up here?” Sugar asked Alex at dinner that night.
“Why do you keep asking that same question,” Alex asked, annoyed.
“Because he’s beginning to look a lot like you,” Sugar said, dropping her soupspoon loudly in the porcelain bowl.
Alex glared at Sugar, pushed his chair back and walked out the front door.