They had been chatting for a while, but Cecilia Adler still hadn't gotten to the main point. She cut the conversation short, saying, "I want to go out for a bit. Will you come with me?"
"It's in the nineties out there. Where would we go?" Ian Quincy glanced at the sunlight outside.
Blinding and harsh.
'Isn't she afraid of getting sunburned?'
"First, let's donate the money from selling the bicycle. Then we can go to a teahouse, or that little bamboo grove on the edge of town? Anywhere but here." Cecilia Adler changed back into the clothes she was wearing earlier and left with Ian Quincy.
To the thirty yuan, they added another twenty.
They purchased twenty sets of clothes and some school supplies, donating them to the local children's home.
They received a handwritten thank-you letter from the director. Just before they left, a little girl ran up and boldly hugged Ian Quincy's leg. "Mister, do you have a daughter? Can I be your daughter?"
