Well-meaning white people
A short story by Lydia Kwa
Assembly of white women in popular Hong Kong food court draws confusion from everyone else trying to eat their dinner.
Ramona is third-generation wealthy, which is a big deal. If your grandparents made so much money that your parents couldn’t even squander it all, then you are truly, truly wealthy.
Eva took a serious liking to me because, as Doretta says, I am a magnet for tragic heiresses and socialites.
I took the coward’s way out and pretended that I had diarrhea and hung out in the women’s bathroom talking to the attendant there until my boyfriend texted me in desperation.
As soon as I met her, I knew that this chick was going to get someone murdered one day.