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I stretch my legs out. “You’re different. You were okay with Dad being in the triad until he went to jail. Bridget doesn’t even drink. Hell, I had to bend over backwards just to get her to accept an all-expenses-paid trip to Thailand. What woman in her right mind doesn’t automatically say ‘yes’ to an invitation like that?”
“You should call it off with her sooner rather than later. Before you get too serious about each other.”
“You worried about me?”
“It’s for her benefit, too. She’s one of those do-gooders. You’ll mess up her life.”
For some reason, that thought doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe my mom’s right about calling it off sooner rather than later.
“So what did you tell Lee Hao Young?” my mother asks next.
“I told him I’d think about it.”
“You don’t have to follow in your father’s footsteps.”
“I don’t want to run The Lotus for the rest of my life.”
“So do something else. You have a degree from UCLA.”
“To do what? Work for some boring-ass company? Risk golden handcuffs instead of jail?”
“If you don’t like boring, why are you with Bridget?”
I surprise myself when I look at her and say, “She’s not boring.”
My mother grows silent before saying, “I know you won’t necessarily take my advice. You know what will make me happy when it comes to the Jing San. And if you do stick around with the triad, you’re better off letting Bridget go.”
Per Bridget’s request,we hit the street markets for dinner. JD and Amy opted to dine at one of the five-star restaurants and go clubbing afterward, and I’m glad to have Bridget to myself. She gawks at the long line of food vendors stretching through the Laird Yai and insists on treating me to moo ping and som tam from a street vendor.
“It’s the one meal I can afford to do so,” she insists.
For dessert, she passes on the coconut ice cream served in a hot dog bun in favor of a roti stuffed with bananas and sweetened with condensed milk.
“So what’d you do while I was in class?” Bridget asks as we stroll beneath strings of lights stretching across the street.
“Talked with my mom,” I replied.
“That’s nice. What did you guys talk about?”
“You.”
“Really? What did she say about me?”
“That I’m not good enough for you.”
Bridget does a double-take, then chuckles. She thinks I’m joking.
“I had a chat with your mom today, too,” she tells me.
“My mentioned that. When did that happen?”
“While you were golfing. We sat by the pool together.”
“What did you guys talk about?”
“You.”
I smirk. “What’d she say?”
