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Sanko looked at her mother and then at Chi.  They both looked at the guest.  Sanko wondered how the guest could think that her mother was her sister.  Her mother was a blond American with skin white like rice cakes.  Ah . . . .  So that's it.  He wants my mother because of her light skin.

Chi stopped with the teacup half way to his mouth.  He put his tea on the table without drinking it and looked at the guest.

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Stories Copyright 1999
by Steve Gastineau
Update 11/1/99

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