Chapter 39Bao stumbled around while scratching his head. He paused, stared at the ground, looking as if trying hard to remember something. Then he turned suddenly, walked across the street and disappeared into his cluttered garage. Loud voices came from inside his house. It wasn't angry talk, however, just excited and even pleading. Moments later, he reappeared, encouraging a woman to follow him. She carried a flat wooden box in her arms.
Birdie leaned close. “That's Bao's wife, Ling.” Birdie whispered though she wouldn't have been heard across the cul-de-sac.
Bao introduced her. She seemed demure. He spoke. “We move in house. We first owner. Grass not planted. Find good luck piece.”
This was not something Sara wanted to hear at that moment. A good luck piece was not going to solve the
