We were sitting in Fung Chow’s restaurant,
My best friend, Mildred and I,
When she broke the news to me:
“I am in love with Fung Chow” she said,
“And we are going to get married!”
I was stunned and took a sip of tea to collect my thoughts.
“You can’t be serious!” I finally said, “Fung Chow is…..well, Fung Chow is Chinese! He barely speaks any English! And where on earth did you get acquainted with a foreigner?”
Mildred smiled at me and I had the feeling her smile was condescending.
“I know he is Chinese,” she responded “but he is taking classes at the community college, to learn how to speak English. That’s where we really started getting acquainted. I teach a class there, you know…”
“But Mildred,” I stammered, “He’s a foreigner!”
And she smiled again and said “Weren’t we all, once upon a time?
And,” she added with a twinkle in her eye, “He can really cook up a mean chop suey. I don’t think we’ll ever have to send out for Chinese..”
“well, there is that,” I concurred. “How’s your tea? Will Fung Chow bring us another pot?”
Sandra Lee Smith
First penned April 16, 2009/updated 6/25/18