CHAPTER 60Ping’s bungalow sat on a corner a couple blocks off César E. Chávez Boulevard in a neighborhood near Reed College, less than two miles from the bakery and the shop. While Sam had lived there for a short time after his arrival in this realm, Mara had never visited Ping at his home, which struck her as odd, considering all they had shared in the past few months. She knocked on the front door, intending to wait for him to answer, but Sam reached around her and opened the door.
“That’s kind of rude, don’t you think? What if he’s in the middle of something?” Mara said.
From inside, Ping said, “There you are. I hope you don’t mind. I ordered pizza instead of cooking a meal.”
Sam walked past her, and Mara poked her head through the door to see Ping standing behind a counter that divi
