3. Chapter 3
Duc Thuy is sitting in the mirror in a special room for her in this immense house. She knelt and turned to the garden bathed in the last sunlight of the day. The mirror was the lid of a Chinese-style dresser, about a foot high, of glossy black wood. She had changed into her school clothes, and was wearing a light pink kimono, embroidered with a crimson cherry blossom branch.
She wondered what Americans consider beautiful? At least her skin was as white as an almond. Her lower lip is thick. Maybe she looked too strong. Her cheeks were as rosy as cherry blossoms, pinker than the pink silk of the kimono she was wearing. Her eyes are Japanese, and he would probably consider her eyes unattractive, even though she has double eyelids, while most Japanese have only one. Obviously he
