“I don’t think they know they’re dead,” I said quietly. “And, I don’t know how they can still be here. Or why.”
Wenbo finished his conversation and entered the tent. He pulled the flap shut and sat down, smiling pleasantly. “I would offer you tea, but all the fires are out.”
“Sorry to bother you,” I said. “Thanks for the hospitality.” I doubted we could swallow his tea, anyway.
“You’re welcome,” said Wenbo. He looked at both of us. “You don’t speak Chinese?”
“Not really,” I said. “We were both born here.”
“Here—really?” His eyebrows shot up. “In Giu Gim San?”
I nodded, grinning at his surprise.
“I came here very young, myself,” he said, with a big smile.
Now it was my turn to be surprised. “Where did you grow up?”
“Tong yun guy,” he said, giving the old name for San Francisco’s Ch
