Wezton, after having lunch at the Vietnamese restaurant with his sister, Zenvo, wished she had been less aggressive with the garlic fish sauce if she was going to give him her customary peck on the cheek as they went their separate ways . . .
Zenvo had been traveling and had seen some beautiful places–and some strange places–but she was ready for home. She didn’t have ruby slippers like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz (although they were red)–whose heels when clicked together would take you to Kansas–but then Houston had always been her destination . . .
