“Chinese too?” “Polish, I think. Maybe also Jewish.” “Tst! Tst!” Kwan shook her head. “Polish-Jewish, very hard to find, so many dead Polish-Jewish. Many dead Chinese people too, but I have many connection for Chinese---This yin person know that yin person, easier for me to find if Chinese.”
“……. All depend what you love, what you believe. You love Jesus, go Jesus House. You Love Allah, go Allah Land. You love sleep, go sleep.” “What if you don’t believe in anything for sure before you die?” “Then you go big place, like Disneyland, many places can go try---you like, you decide. No charge, of course.”
“I telling you true! Not French, not Japanese, not Swedish. Why? I think because Chinese food best, fresh and cheap, many-many flavors, every day different taste. Also, Chinese family very close, friends very loyal. You have Chinese friend or family one lifetime, stay with you ten thousand lifetime, good deal. …..”
I decided to try romances both because I'd loved Georgette Heyer and Mary Stewart as a teenager, and because I'd read a book that said they were easy to get published (big round of laughter here). Unfortunately, I never met a Harlequin I could finish (nothing against the genre, they just don't tap into my personal romantic fantasies) and the places I was living didn't sell books with half-naked men and women on the covers. It's hard to write for a market you don't read, which is one reason it took me FOREVER to get published.