“Ultimately, yes.”

“But is that even something you want?”

Carlton sighed. “I don’t know what I want.”

“That’s okay. You have time to figure it out.”

“Do I? Because sometimes I feel like everyone my age is ahead of the game and I’m just totally fucked. I thought I knew what I wanted, but then the accident changed everything. What were you doing when you were twenty-three?”

Rachel thought about it as she drank some of the pork and bamboo soup. She closed her eyes, momentarily transported by the subtle flavors.

“Good, isn’t it? They’re famous for this soup,” Carlton said.

“It’s amazing. I think I could drink the whole pot!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Go right ahead.”

Collecting herself, Rachel continued, “When I was twenty-three, I was in Chicago going to grad school at Northwestern. And I spent half the year in Ghana.”

“You were in Africa?”

“Yep. Doing field research for my dissertation about microlending.”

“Brilliant! I’ve always dreamed of going to this place in Namibia called the Skeleton Coast.”

“You should talk to Nick—he’s been there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah—he went with his best friend Colin when he was living in England. They used to travel to all these extremely hard-to-get-to places. Nick used to have quite the life before he met me and settled down.”

“You guys seem to have quite the life now,” Carlton said wistfully.

“You can have any type of life you want, Carlton.”

“I don’t know about that. You haven’t met my mother. But you know what? You will soon. I’m going to have a talk with Dad—he needs to stand up to her and end this idiotic blockade that she’s imposed. Once she meets you, once you are no longer this mysterious entity to her, she’ll see you for who you are. And she’ll come to appreciate you, I just know it.”

“It’s very kind of you to say that, but Nick and I were discussing it earlier today and we’re thinking of changing our travel plans. Peik Lin, my friend from Singapore, is flying up to visit me on Thursday. She wants to take me to Hangzhou for a spa weekend while Nick is off in Beijing doing his research at the National Library. But when we get back next week, I think we’ll head home to New York.”

“Next week? You were supposed to be here until August—you can’t leave so soon!” Carlton began to protest.

“It’s better that way. I realize that it was a huge mistake for me to make this trip so soon. I never gave your mother enough time to adjust to the idea of me. The last thing I want to do is cause a lasting wound between your parents. Really.”

“Let me talk to them. You can’t leave China without seeing Dad again, and I want my mum to meet you. She has to.”

Rachel pondered things for a moment. “It’s up to you. I don’t want to impose on them any more than I already have. Look, we’ve had a fantastic time in China. And Paris, of course. Getting to spend all this time with you is already far more than I could have ever hoped for.”