wrong with that?” I asked, leaning back as I fidgeted with the napkin, “if the millage doesn’t pass, money has to come from somewhere.”

Randy kept his eyes on me, even when Alan spoke. He’s studying me.

“Nothing,” Alan said, “it just seems weird that someone comes all the way across the world to give money to poor American kids.”

“You’re talking about Jiang Wei?” Randy asked, taking his eyes off me to look at Alan.

“You’ve heard of ‘em?” Alan replied, taking a sip from his ice water.

“Yeah,” Randy said, “he’s not even out of his teens, but he’s got a PhD in molecular biology. Already has a couple papers published. Works for a company with a state-of-the-art lab...

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