That was worth a talk with Second Aunt, many times over.

She reminded Quynh Ha of Second Aunt and her brocade dresses; youthful face, but mannerisms from another generation.

She'd go back to working in the dispensary for Second Aunt; burying that shame, that moment of failure deep into herself.

She did rewirings, sometimes, because they were a complement to the drugs Second Aunt sold; but that was hardly the core of her business.

Well, she was no longer six years old, and Tuyet wasn't Mother or Second Aunt, not someone whose mere glance would induce burning shame.