“I found out where they are.” Lanying comes straight to the point as we sit down in the shade of the wide pine in the middle of the courtyard. “Hiding in plain sight, the idiots.” She stretches her long legs and leans back against the papery white bark.
“Sisters, please.” Jomo rushes from the doorway, a tray packed with tea and goodies in her hand. Sensing the serious nature of our conversation, she pinches little sister’s cheeks and squints. “Come on, skinny chicken, let’s get you inside and put some fat on those scrawny bones of yours.” Squealing with delight, the two of them dart to the kitchen.
I push the tray between us and glance at Lanying. Her fingertips sway the dense whorls of verdant foliage above us.
“So, you saw them then?” I say. My eyes dart from the tray to the edge
