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He had wanted her to become a doctor but she had refused, and this had created an impenetrable wall between them. KimвЂ™s father, however, was straight off the boat from mainland China and very stern. SheвЂ™d never heard him utter a mean word about anyone. He was her motherвЂ™s younger brother, and heвЂ™d taught Kim martial arts from the age of three, and encouraged her to follow her dream of becoming a clothing designer. SheвЂ™d have to go and give them a stern talking to about how it was their responsibility to keep things at the shop running smoothly until their father was back on his feet. KimвЂ™s twin cousins helped run UncleвЂ™s business, but they were complete tools and aspiring embezzlers, only concerned with their stupid Twitch stream for an idiotic fighting game called Punch Fighter. She guessed he was worried about his kite shop. HeвЂ™d called her that morning telling her that he needed to talk to her. Uncle Yong had been admitted there two days ago after complaining about a pain behind his eye. She walked quicker, wending her way to the Chinese Hospital on the other side of Chinatown. Glancing down she noticed sheвЂ™d torn her new outfit-a Chinese silk jacket sheвЂ™d worked on all week at the Art Institute where she was going to school. It was as if something had shifted inside her because of the fall, and the strange burst of light and sound.

But all she wanted to do right now was run away. She had always loved everything about this part of San Francisco-her home. The spicy smells of food wafting from the dim sum shop she was passingвЂ¦stomach churning. Passing through the DragonвЂ™s Gate she entered Chinatown and as she made her way along the sidewalk on Grant Street the colors and smells and noises of the bustling thoroughfare assaulted her senses. She got to her feet and picked up the sack, then started up the stairs again, stepping warily. вЂњBecause IвЂ™ve never had a Death Star explode in my brain, thatвЂ™s why,вЂќ she answered herself. So how come sheвЂ™d done a face plant on a flight of steps that sheвЂ™d run up and down a thousand times before? No one ever succeeded in getting her down. One of the ways that she demonstrated equilibrium skills to her students was to stand on a high balance beam and let them take turns trying to knock her off with Shaolin fighting sticks as she defended herself with nunchaku. She taught martial arts at the Dragon Academy-the Kung Fu school her motherвЂ™s family had founded fifty years ago and that Kim now ran in the evenings. She prided herself on her excellent balance. вЂњYou peel oranges anyway,вЂќ said Kim defensively. Then she sniffed disapprovingly and went on her way toward the bus stop. вЂњOnly fit for monkeys.вЂќ She dumped all of the oranges she had collected back into KimвЂ™s sack. вЂњEven monkeys can fall out of trees,вЂќ Kim said, using an old Korean expression her uncle had taught her. The old ladies of Chinatown were certainly a snarky bunch. вЂњThen you need to take some walking lessons,вЂќ the old woman shot back. Kim was half-Korean and half-Chinese and spoke both languages fluently. вЂњNo, grandmother,вЂќ Kim replied in the same language, using the honorific even though sheвЂ™d never met this woman before. вЂњAre you drunk, young lady?вЂќ she asked Kim in Chinese. A bike messenger was pedaling through the center gate-heading up Grant Street and into Chinatown.Д«ut one little old Asian woman was frantically picking up the stray oranges, stretching out her bulky sweater to make a basket of sorts in which to hold the fruit. A guy was smoking a cigarette and holding an ugly dog under one arm, talking loudly on his cell phone in Korean. Some tourists were taking pictures of the Gate. People were walking around as if nothing had happened. She gazed about, squinting, half expecting to see the carnage of a terrorist bombing. Her legs had actually gone dead! The next thing she knew she was sprawled on her face. SheвЂ™d started up the DragonвЂ™s Gate steps when something had exploded in her brain-a burst of crazy color and violent sound so powerful sheвЂ™d been blinded. SheвЂ™d been carrying a bag of oranges that sheвЂ™d bought for her uncle who was in the hospital.

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SheвЂ™d just gotten off the bus from the Mission District where sheвЂ™d been teaching a free martial arts class at Dolores Park. She stared at her bloodied palms, forcing her eyes to focus. She got to her knees and looked around, but her vision was distorted. The nineteen-year-old hadnвЂ™t fallen that hard since sheвЂ™d taken a header off her bike as a kid. Kim Wu lay sprawled on the dirty concrete stairs with the wind knocked out of her. There were mandarin oranges everywhere: bouncing down the steps of the DragonвЂ™s Gate rolling onto Grant Street and under carsвЂ¦an explosion of little dancing orange balls.

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