So mom doesn't reply because she's too busy smiling fondly across the table at us. My dad leaves the restaurant, and I turn my attention to my best friend. She looks terrible, her skin looking even paler than usual and her hair appearing dull.
She's picking at some cornflakes while her boyfriend, Kevin chats buoyantly to her, seemingly oblivious to her despondent state. It's obvious that she's struggling with more than just a bad head and a queasy tummy. And Kevin shouldn't be that ignorant.
My eyes leave them instead travel back across the room to my brother. He's still staring at SiSi.
"You've noticed it, too?' Feng Teng asks quietly when he's caught the direction of my gaze.
"Yes, but I've been warned to mind to care only on my own business," I answer without taking my eyes from my stubborn brother.
"Try okay, but I didn't say that you couldn't tell your brother to back off either," he explains.
