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Starting Out

Starting Out P H A N T R I E U H A I The man seemed to know this place. Quan pulled the car over by a restaurant just as it got dark. I got out with the man, but he said, "Go away..." I translated. Quan said, "Ask him when we're going back." I translated. The man seemed upset. "Late." Quan waved at me. "Get in the car then. Let's go find something to eat." Lights were coming on in the town, but the road was still dark. The old villas lit by dim neon lights slowly faded toward the back. On our right was the sea. It was big and had changed colors since the afternoon. The mountain was getting darker and darker. Quan peered ahead, his arms bent around the steering wheel, his tattoo showing prominently. "Where's he from?" he asked, his face expressionless. "Austria." We stayed silent for a while. The car entered the town, shops and restaurants appearing on either side. Quan slowed the car down, his eyes darting from side to side. "Let's look for a restaurant," he said. I eyed the ones along the right-hand side, but could not distinguish the restaurants http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Starting Out

Manoa , Volume 15 (1) – May 19, 2003

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P H A N T R I E U H A I The man seemed to know this place. Quan pulled the car over by a restaurant just as it got dark. I got out with the man, but he said, "Go away..." I translated. Quan said, "Ask him when we're going back." I translated. The man seemed upset. "Late." Quan waved at me. "Get in the car then. Let's go find something to eat." Lights were coming on in the town, but the road was still dark. The old villas lit by dim neon lights slowly faded toward the back. On our right was the sea. It was big and had changed colors since the afternoon. The mountain was getting darker and darker. Quan peered ahead, his arms bent around the steering wheel, his tattoo showing prominently. "Where's he from?" he asked, his face expressionless. "Austria." We stayed silent for a while. The car entered the town, shops and restaurants appearing on either side. Quan slowed the car down, his eyes darting from side to side. "Let's look for a restaurant," he said. I eyed the ones along the right-hand side, but could not distinguish the restaurants

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 19, 2003

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