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had seen the film once, on a pirated videotape,   her graduation from college. It was Vivien’s idea   5
                  and was seduced immediately by the glamour,   to treat the family to dinner at Nam Kha, a way to
                  beauty, and sadness of Scarlett O’Hara, heroine   celebrate the halfway point in her vacation and
                  and embodiment of a doomed South. Was it too   an option Phuong would never have suggested,
                  much to suppose that the ruined Confederacy,   the restaurant’s offerings being far more than   Viet Thanh Nguyen
                  with its tragic sense of itself, bore more than   Phuong or her family could ever afford.
                  a passing similarity to her father’s defeated   “But it’s a crime, don’t you think?” Vivien
                  southern republic and its resentful remnants? In   said, glancing over the entrées. Their table was
                  Phuong’s fertile imagination, Vivien’s imminent   by the reflecting pool, across from which two
                  return to the land of her birth was foreshadowed   young women sat on a cushioned dais, wearing
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                  by Scarlett’s own return to her desolate   silken, ephemeral ao dai  and plucking gently at
                  plantation.                                the sixteen strings of the zithers braced on their
                     It was easy, then, in the weeks leading to   5  laps. “You should be able to eat where you work
                  Vivien’s arrival, for Phuong to pass her days at   at least once in your lifetime.”
                  home and at work constructing scenarios of    “The real crime is five dollars for morning
                  a noble, kindly sister, somewhat solemn and   glory fried in garlic,” Mrs. Ly said. She sold silk
                  sad, but nevertheless gentle and patrician, who   at Cho Ben Thanh and possessed the eyes of an
                  would immediately take to her and become the   experienced negotiator, smooth and unreadable
                  mentor and guide Phuong never had. Her first   as the beads of an abacus. “I can buy this for a
                  glimpse of Vivien at the airport only confirmed   dollar at the market.”
                  the appropriateness of such a movie star’s    “Look around,” Mr. Ly said, his tone
                  name for the young woman who paused at the   impatient. All the other guests were white, with
                  terminal’s glass gates — her eyes hidden behind   the exception of an Indian couple in the corner,
                  enormous sunglasses, her lips slightly parted in   the man in a linen suit and the woman in a
                  a glossy pout — pushing a cart loaded with her   salwar kameez. “These are tourist prices.”
                  own weight in crimson luggage. As she jumped   “These are foolish prices.”       10
                  and waved to get Vivien’s attention, Phuong   “I like it here,” Vivien declared. Her voice
                  was thrilled to see that her sister bore utterly   was authoritative, the way she must sound in her
                  no resemblance to the throngs of local people   examination room in Chicago. Not for the first
                  waiting outside to greet the arrivals, hundreds of   time, Phuong imagined herself in her sister’s
                  ordinary folk wearing drab clothes and fanning   place, wearing a white coat in a white room,
                  themselves under the sun.                  looking out a wall of windows at a haze of white
                     Even after a week in Saigon, Vivien would   snow. “What do you think?” Vivien nudged her
                  appear no more of a native than on the day   knee. “Too outrageous for you?”
                  she arrived, at least in outdoor settings. On the   “Not at all!” Phuong hoped that she
                  streets, at outdoor cafés, or hopping into a Mai   projected an air of confidence and ease, unlike
                  Linh taxi, she was easily mistaken for a Korean   her brothers. Hanh and Phuc were speechless,
                  businessman’s frazzled wife or a weary Japanese   their silk-bound menus considerably more
                  tourist, her frosting of makeup melting under
                  the tropical glare. In certain indoor settings,   1 A traditional Vietnamese long dress dating back to the
                  however, she was clearly the mistress of her   eighteenth century. It notably has two slits on the left and
                  domain. This was the case at the restaurant Nam   right sides extending from the wearer’s waist to the ground.
                                                             Traditionally this garment has been worn by both men
                  Kha, on the street Dong Khoi, where Phuong   and women, though it is now commonly worn only by
                  had worked as a hostess for the two years since   women. — Eds.
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