relationships. I thought you were mostly fond of the Chinese for their food,â Wade said with a chuckle.
Abrianna fixed him with a glare. âWhile I did enjoy their food, I was also quite taken with their culture and traditions. I learned a great deal from our kitchen girl, Liang. She has told me many stories about her life in China. You do remember that her parents and sisters were some of those sent away. Liang thought she and her family would all be killed, but she managed to escape before her family was put on a ship. She was left destitute and betrayed by the very society that should have rallied to her protection.â
âBut they did rally . . . well, some of them did. Besides, what can you do about it now? Your aunts took in Liang, and sheâs now safe and well cared for. And her family was able to resettlein San Francisco with relatives. Liang chose to remain here in your auntâs employ. Thatâs hardly destitute or without friends.â
âThatâs true enough.â Abrianna shifted against the ladder-backed chair. âBut Iâm still deeply offended by what happened and by the prejudice that remains. Poor Liang was but twelve. How terrible to be taken from the people you love. And she wasnât the only one, Wade, as you well know.
âThis city should answer for what they did. Not only that, but one of the biggest supporters, that Mary Kenworthyââ Abrianna jumped to her feet and began to pace, all the while waving her arms to accentuate her speech in case Wade somehow missed her distress. âShe continues her ugly disapproval of the presence of Chinese in Seattle. She believes them to be the cause of so many white men having no work, but you tell me what white man would be caught dead working at the jobs some of the Chinese are doing.â She stopped, arms akimbo. âJust tell me.â
âWell, I didnât mean to work you up into a lather.â He shook his head. âNow I can see why youâre preoccupied most of the time. Your mind must never stop churning.â
Abrianna sighed. âYou have no idea. Itâs quite a labor to be me.â
Wadeâs face screwed up. âIs that smoke I smell?â
Glancing around the kitchen, Abrianna saw the gray cloud rising from the oven. âOh, fie. I forgot my cookies. I put the blame on your facial hair.â She hurried to the stove and opened the door. Thick smoke caused her to cough, and for a moment rendered her senseless. She reached into the hot oven, but Wade jumped toward her, pushing her aside.
âMove back. Let me get it.â Wade took up a dish towel and doubled it twice before pulling the burning cookies from the oven. âYou could have seriously burned your hands, Abrianna,reaching into the oven like that. What were you thinking?â He placed the smoldering discs atop the stove and stared at them. âSome of them arenât too bad.â He cleared his throat.
Abrianna frowned. With a spatula in hand she flipped one of the cookies over to reveal the burned bottom. âAunt Miriam will never allow this.â
He shrugged and gave her a smile. âShe doesnât have to know. I can help you scrape off the bottoms where theyâre burned.â
âSheâll smell the smoke. Iâm surprised she isnât here already. If she wasnât busy showing her students how to properly dye cloth, Iâm sure sheâd be wondering what catastrophe I had brought about this time.â
Wade quickly went to the windows and opened first one and then another. âThe room will air, and since the kitchen door is closed, I doubt the smell went further than right here.â
âI suppose we can hope such a miracle will befall us.â Abrianna moved the cookies to a plate for cooling. âGoodness, I had such high expectations for this batch.â She poked at one of the cookies. âAunt Miriam says Iâm likely to be an old maid