54Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The back of Ruth’s white patent leather shoes hit the legs of Grace Woo’s dining room chair as she swung her legs. Woo no longer fretted at her granddaughter’s habit that damaged her furniture.
“What’s this one?” Woo held up a colorful card for the girl to identify.
Ruth wrinkled her forehead so her grandmother would know she was thinking hard. “Eiffel Tower,” she shouted proudly. However, her expression became quizzical when her nainai did not put the card down right away. “I’m right,” Ruth insisted.
“What else?” Woo shook the picture gently.
Ruth slumped back in the chair and pulled her knees beneath her.
“Paris, France,” the girl proclaimed. “It’s in Paris, France.”
Woo touched her granddaughter’s arm tenderly. “Very good.” She put the picture of the landmar
