Somewhere Only We Know by Maurene Goo

Author:Maurene Goo
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

CHAPTER THIRTY

JACK

At what point did Lucky’s pretending blend into reality?

This day wasn’t just thrills for some spoiled pop star—it was a break from a life that she didn’t enjoy anymore.

The guilt that had been a tiny ember was now firmly smoking into a warning.

She had eaten that shawarma with such gusto that I couldn’t stand digging into her terrible eating restrictions further. Instead, we were walking in sunshine holding hands.

I was going to have to say goodbye to her at some point. My hand gripped hers harder.

When we stepped into the bookstore, an airy space inside an old eighties-era mall type building, the air-conditioning hit us.

“Jack!” A petite Chinese girl in a red beanie and pleated pink skirt waved at me from behind the register, where she was perched on a rickety wood stool.

I smiled and waved back with the hand that was clasped with Lucky’s. “Hey, Sissi!”

Lucky glanced between us with an uneasy smile. Jealousy was pretty cute on her.

“Sissi, this is Fern. Fern, this is Sissi. The best bookseller in the city.”

Sissi rolled her eyes and pushed up her round-framed glasses. “You’re full of it. Hi, Fern. That’s a nice name.”

Lucky smiled and ducked her head down. “Thanks.”

Crap. I hadn’t planned on introducing her to anyone today—totally birdbrained to bring her here, where people knew me and might be curious about this girl I brought in.

But there wasn’t any recognition on Sissi’s part. I couldn’t imagine Sissi listening to pop music, to be honest. She played anime soundtracks, exclusively, over the bookstore speakers.

Lucky dipped into the bookshelves, disappearing quickly.

Sissi snapped her fingers. “Oh, Jack! That book you ordered finally came in.” She shuffled around under the register looking for it. “It was very hard to find. Here it is!”

I took the large book from her and eagerly flipped through it. It was a rare collection of photos by Fan Ho, a Hong Kong–based photographer. Probably the most famous Hong Kong photographer, really. I flipped through the glossy pages, already getting sucked into the black-and-white images—shirtless men lined up along a street waiting for steaming food, the small figure of a woman walking between the giant shadows of buildings, sunlight filtering through an alley and hitting the stooped back of an old man. I could look at these all day.

“This book isn’t cheap,” Sissi said as she craned her neck to look at the photos with me.

I nodded. “I know. I saved up for it, though.” I paid her and then went looking for Lucky, excited to revisit the book later.

I found her settled on the floor in the poetry section, reading a slim volume. I snapped another picture of her. She was sitting with her knees bent, holding the book up to her face as she rested her elbows on her knees.

It reminded me of those old photos of Marilyn Monroe curled up with a book. Moments where she was so absorbed in her reading that she was able to shed her sexpot image for a brief moment, to drop the act and be some version of herself that she hid from the public.

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