“Your dad?” I ask. She shakes her head. “Brother? Yeah, your brother?”
Dorothy takes a break from what she’s doing and holds up two fingers. I’m surprised I know exactly what she’s trying to say. “Two brothers? Where the hell are they?”
Wrong thing to ask. A shadow passes over her face, and I get a stiff shoulder turned toward me in response.
“Was that other Asian chick your sister? The one who ran?” I ask, waiting for her answer. “No? Really? But you have one?”
Okay, two brothers and a sister.