Chapter 3Sharon had not been with the firm at the same time as Donnie, but law offices have long memories, especially when some of the staffers have been there for a decade or more, like me. And staffers gossip, so everybody knew the story.
Donnie Tran was the first Vietnamese American person I’d ever spoken to. He was beautiful. Five foot seven or so, to my five foot ten. Golden skin and silky black hair, compared to my freckled white and boring brown. Warm brown eyes, which I would’ve much preferred to my boring blue. Willowy, I thought at first, before I realized he was too anxious to eat half the time.
He lived with someone terrible. The whole three months I knew him, he was making plans to get away. This was not one of those relationships where you have a civil breaking-up conversat
