" door, where Joe Tanaka is standing on the doorstep, his breath clouding in the morning air. “We missed you at the dance,” he says, offering me a crepe-paper flower. “Everyone was there, even that Caucasian girl, Gail. I didn’t think she’d want to party with a bunch of nihonjin kids, but you should’ve seen— "

― Traci Chee , We Are Not Free