Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 1
- 2
- A Series of Screw-ups: The Chisaki Joan Katsuyama Story, Part I
- 3
- The History of My Beef with Brynn Foer-Preston
- 4
- 5
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- 7
- The History of the Katsuyama Family, Part I
- 8
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- A Brief History of Chisaki Joan Katsuyama’s Romantic Learning Opportunities, Part I
- 10
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- A Brief History of Chisaki Joan Katsuyama’s Romantic Learning Opportunities, Part II
- 13
- The History of the Katsuyama Family, Part II
- 14
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- The Complicated History of Chisaki Joan Katsuyama’s Imaginary Relationship with Her Nonexistent Dad
- 20
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- A Brief History of Chisaki Joan Katsuyama’s Romantic Learning Opportunities, Part III
- 23
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- A Brief, Backward History of the McAllister Family, as Paraphrased from the San Jose Mercury News
- 26
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- A Quick and Eerily Relevant History of Asians in America
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- A Brief History of Chisaki Joan Katsuyama’s Romantic Learning Opportunities, Part IV
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- A Series of Screw-ups: The Chisaki Joan Katsuyama Story, Part II (Or Maybe It’s a Prequel)
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- The History of the Katsuyama Family, Part III
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- A Note from the Author
- Index of Flowers and their Meanings
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Praise for This Time Will Be Different
- Books by Misa Sugiura
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
“Okay, you know what? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it all. In fact, I had to have my contact info taken off the MVC website because of abusive emails from people screaming at me for being a traitor and a racist bootlicker. I don’t have the time or the emotional bandwidth to continue this argument with my own family.”
“Yeah, well I’ve had abusive emails from actual racists screaming at me to stop being a whiny bitch and to go back home to Asia, so I think I have you beat in the ‘I’m tired of this shit’ department,” says Hannah.
Damn. I’ve heard of that happening to people. But it’s never happened to anyone I know. I feel an adrenaline spike, as if someone has actually, physically attacked me.
Mom looks stricken. Then she lets out a heavy sigh and says, “Fuck. I’m sorry you’re dealing with that. People are assholes.”
“Thank you,” says Hannah. On TV, the James Bond guy drives a Range Rover across a creek and over a bunch of boulders on his way to some fancy gala in the city. “Oh, Daniel,” says Hannah dreamily, and I think maybe we’re on our way to some kind of truce.
But then Mom says, “You shouldn’t have started this, Hannah. I don’t want you or the shop getting attacked by a bunch of white supremacists.”
“I didn’t start it, Mimi. You did. You and the McAllisters.”
“Okay, fine. You know what? Say whatever you want. I’m worried about you, Hannah. Can’t you see that? You’re the one who went public and brought them all out from under their rocks. Can’t you just tone it down until they—”
I can’t take it anymore. If anyone is responsible, it’s the racists. Or me. It was my idea to go to the Merc, after all. “Mom, I don’t think the racists are Hannah’s fault.”
Mom looks surprised that I’ve spoken up, and then irritated. “CJ, you stay out of this.”
“No.”
Mom stares me down and says, “I’m sorry, CJ, did you just flat-out defy me?”
I stare back at her. Defiantly. I can’t let her blame Hannah for being attacked by racist trolls. “It was my idea to contact the Merc. If you want to blame someone besides the actual racists, blame me.”
Mom’s eyes widen in shock. “You?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I mutter.
“CJ. I mean it.” Mom’s voice is cold and level. “Good for you for taking some initiative, okay? But this is none of your business, and I want you to stay out of it.”