Lex’s head whirled. Not just from circling the biology labs where Trish was supposed to be, but also from the chorus of chemicals smelling up each lab. If she hadn’t run into Trish’s boss, Lex would still be wandering through the labs trying to find her.
She walked down the sunny path to the other biotech research building, but she couldn’t enjoy the warm day. Trish hadn’t been to church again. Come to think of it, she hadn’t talked to her cousin for a couple of weeks, and they usually gabbed pretty often. Was she okay?
Lex entered the glass doors to the lobby of S-building and stopped in her tracks. “What are you doing here?”
Aiden turned and backed away like she had the bird flu virus.
“Hello to you, too.”
Lex peered over the counter of the receptionist’s desk at the empty chair. “Did you ring the buzzer?”
“Five minutes ago.” He hit the buzzer again. “Happy?”
“Satisfied.”
“What are you doing here?” Aiden looked genuinely curious.
“Looking for Trish.”
Alarm flickered across Aiden’s face, but then he assumed that bland-as-rice expression. “She works here?”
He had so much control over his expression. Lex wondered what it would be like to rile him. “She doesn’t work in this building. Anxious to see her again?” Lex smirked.
His eyebrow twitched – a crack in his calm mask. “Can’t get away from you two.”
“What?” Lex feigned shock. “You’re the one who’s stalking me, buddy.”
“You came through those doors after I did. Looks like you’re the one who can’t leave me alone.”
He was teasing her. Lex smiled. Maybe he wasn’t as colorless as she first thought.
The receptionist clicked through the magnetically locked doors from the labs into the lobby area. “Who are you seeing?”
“Trish Sakai.”
“Spenser Wong.”
The receptionist called Trish and Spenser to snap at them about their guests at the front.
Spenser came first – a tall, broad Asian guy with the Hollywood look of Chow Yun-Fat and Russell Wong rolled into one. He didn’t even glance at Lex. “Hey, Aiden. Ready to go to lunch? It’s gotta be fast today. I have an assay running.” They left out the front glass door.
Trish came through the magnetically locked door a few minutes later. “Hi, Lex. What are you doing here?”
“Want to go out for lunch?”
“Sure. Come in, let me finish up my experiment.”
Lex trailed Trish to yet another smelly lab. Trish donned a lab coat and pointed to a chair a few feet away. “Stay there while I finish pipetting these.” She seated herself in front of a big inset hood with air whooshing up through a pipe in the ceiling.
“Why did you come all the way here?” Trish had to shout above the noise as she manipulated some delicate instruments and canisters of liquid inside the hood.
“I can’t find you anywhere else. Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”
Trish had her back to Lex so she couldn’t see her expression, but Trish’s silence said it all.
“What gives? You haven’t been to church lately, either.”
“I’ve, uh… been with Kazuo.”
“The Japanese waiter?”
“Yeah.”
“Even on Sunday mornings?”
“We, uh… go out for breakfast.”
A dark suspicion nagged on the edges of Lex’s mind, but she didn’t voice it. Maybe if she ignored it, it wouldn’t be true. “Oh.”
“I saw Grandma once a couple weeks ago. We were having breakfast at Hobee’s.”
“How did dear Grandma look?”
Trish gave her a sidelong look. “Leeex. She’s not a monster. She was having breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Tomoyoshi.”
Oh, no. Lex’s heart suddenly put on twenty pounds and thudded to the bottom of her stomach. She buried her head in her hands.
“What were they talking about?”
“How should I know? I just went over to say hi. I mentioned you. How you were trying so hard to find a sponsor – ”
“Trish!” Lex jumped off her chair. “You didn’t!”
“Didn’t what?”
“Tell Grandma I was looking for a sponsor.”
Trish pouted and knit her brows. “Oh, did I say sponsor? I must have said boyfriend. Yes, I’m sure I said boyfriend.” But the quaver in Trish’s voice and the whiteness of her face said otherwise.
Lex remembered Mr. Tomoyoshi’s abrupt about-face. Jim’s evasive no. The other business owners who politely turned her down.
Grandma’s influence rooted deep into the Japanese American community because Grandpa’s bank’s loan ser vices had been so reliable for everyone. Lex knew without a doubt that Grandma had been talking to business owners – warning, bribing, or calling in favors so that they wouldn’t agree to Lex’s petition of sponsorship.
“Trish, how could you?”
“I made an innocent mistake.” Trish chewed at her bottom lip.
“What are you going to do?”
Lex took a few deep breaths, but it didn’t calm the simmering in her gut. “I’m going to talk to Grandma.”
Lex didn’t hate children, but right now, she just wanted them all to be quiet.
“Grandma!” Lex’s yell could barely be heard over the cacophony of children’s voices inside Lotus Preschool. Grandma stood at the far end of the playroom, listening while Lex’s cousin’s son Eric prattled about his day. If only Grandma would listen to her grandchildren that way.
“Hi there, Eric. Grandma, I need to talk to you.”
“Eric, say hi to your cousin Lex.”
“Hi your caw-zin Leksss.”
“Grandma…”
“We’ll talk after I drive Eric home to his mommy. Don’t you want to see your mommy?”
Eric smiled up at his great-grandma and placed a sticky hand on the immaculate cream skirt.
“No, we’ll talk now. It took me long enough to track you down,”
Lex insisted.
“I always pick up Eric on Wednesdays.” Grandma watched Eric take out plastic dinosaurs from the toy box. Such an attentive, loving great-grandma. Ha!
“Grandma, stop influencing all the business owners.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She aimed her sing-songy tone at Eric instead of Lex.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Lex suddenly felt rather stupid demanding her Grandma do anything. She couldn’t even prove that she’d influenced Mr. Tomoyoshi or Jim. “If I want another sponsor, it’s none of your business, because you’re the one who decided to drop the girls’ team.”
“I haven’t dropped them yet.” Grandma’s sugary sweet voice had a definite sharp edge. “Didn’t we have an agreement?”
“You can’t force me to just find someone to love. Tons of my friends are actively looking for a significant other and not finding anybody.”
“Your problem is that you weren’t looking at all.”
“Dad doesn’t care!” Lex flung out her arms – luckily, there weren’t any bodies over two feet tall in her vicinity. “Why does it matter so much to you?”
Grandma blinked, and for a fraction of a moment, she looked old and tired. She absently rubbed her right hip, the one she’d been favoring the day of the Red Egg and Ginger party. Then in the next moment, the look melted away.
Had Lex imagined it? Grandma never seemed old. She always had the perfect clothes, perfect poise, perfect health. Or maybe that’s what she wanted people to think. Was Grandma feeling her age just like the rest of the human race? Was that what was behind her campaign for more great-grandchildren?
Grandma’s fierce eyes stabbed into Lex with renewed force. “It’s for your own good, you know.”
Lex rolled her eyes. Save me from bossy, control-freak grandmas with good intentions.
Grandma’s eyes narrowed to black toothpicks. “See? You’re not taking me seriously. Well, you’ll take me seriously if you can’t find another sponsor.”
“Why are you punishing those junior high girls? This has nothing to do with them.”
“They matter to you.” Shrewdness glittered in her hard gaze, the same smarts that made her such a good partner for Grandpa’s business. “I am not playing games, Lex. If you don’t start looking for a boyfriend, I can talk to other people who matter to you too.”
A sliver of ice dropped down her shirt. “What do you mean? You wouldn’t.”
“You’ve seen how much influence I have. What if Richard were evicted from his apartment? What if your father’s car were repossessed?”
Would she really do that to her own son? Her grandson? Just for one granddaughter?
Lex had challenged her, put her back up. Like a Tasmanian devil, Grandma didn’t take growls from the enemy as warnings – they were acts of aggression. And she responded in kind.
Grandma bent and picked up Eric. “Time to go home, sweetie.”
Her direct gaze made Lex back up a step. “I had better see more effort, Lex.” Grandma walked out of the daycare.
Lex refused to play dead just because Grandma snarled. But she wouldn’t be stupid either. She dashed in late to the Singles Group meeting on Thursday night with twofold purpose – date trolling, but also sponsor seeking, in the one place she knew Grandma couldn’t penetrate.
Church.
Grandma didn’t understand Lex’s and her three cousins’ faith, but even Grandma wouldn’t go up against God.
Lex had tried talking to the older members of the church last Sunday. They were all distantly friendly to her, a little aloof. They tended to prefer to hang out with their friends, who were their own age and spoke to them in Japanese or Chinese or Korean. The language barrier itself made their relationship with Lex a bit wide. She felt uncomfortable asking them for sponsorship – almost as if it would be rude.
She also realized she didn’t talk much with the married-with-kids crowd. It seemed kind of rude to ask them for sponsorship when most of them barely remembered her name. She didn’t have a clue who else she could approach.
So she stuck with the church family she knew – the singles.
Except Lex had lost precious pre-Singles Group mix and mingle time. Trish had said she’d pick Lex up, but after twenty minutes and no Trish – not that Lex had been ready by 6:30, but she’d been ready by 6:40 at least – Lex had jumped into her Honda and limped to church.
The worship leaders tuned their guitars – Lex had about five minutes. She regretted now how plainly she’d informed all the guys about her non-interest in anything more than friendship. She suspected they were all a little afraid of her.
But maybe she could lean on their sense of Christian charity. “Hey, Alvin.”
“Hi, Lex.” He had the wary look of a trapped animal.
Lex mentally went down her Ephesians List. Alvin was a Christian (faithful attendee) and had a good job (engineer), but there was no physical attraction (bug eyes and wide mouth made him look like a toad), he didn’t play an interesting sport (fishing, which Lex didn’t have the patience for), and he had really bad dandruff (enough said).
“Alvin, would you consider donating to a junior high school volleyball team?”
His eyes lit up, which made him look really freaky, like a frog with electric eyes. “Oooh, a junior high school ministry? How great.”
“Uh… not exactly a ministry.”
The lights went out. “No?”
She did ministry-like stuff, didn’t she? “Well, sometimes the girls confide in me about boys and stuff, and I try to talk to them about God.”
“Is it evangelical?”
“Uh…”
“Do you open their eyes and their hearts to the depth of their sin, leading to death, and their need for a personal savior?”
Lex blinked and stared at him.
Alvin took that to mean encouragement. “Do you lead them in a prayer of confession and surrender to Christ, inviting Jesus to dwell in their hearts?”
“Not… exactly. I coach them to play volleyball.”
“Do you have outreach where you invite non-believers to come and experience the love of God’s children?”
“Um… well, anyone can join. It’s a club team.”
“Do you have prayer and worship before and after each game?”
“That would be a no.”
“What do you do with them?”
“I tell them God loves them and cares about their problems. I tell them I’ll pray for their girlfriends to forgive them, and for boys to notice them, and – ”
In shock, Alvin eased away from her. “That’s not a ministry.
That’s just recreation.”
“What’s wrong with recreation?”
His mouth pursed so small it almost disappeared into his chin.
“I’m afraid I can’t donate God’s money to something that won’t give Him all honor and glory.”
Lex glared at him. “Fine.”
Next victim.
She had to choose with care. Didn’t want another Alvin -
“Okay, everybody, take your seats.” The worship leader strummed a full chord on his 12-string acoustic guitar.
Rats. Too much time wasted with Alvin.
She took her seat and then drew into herself when they started with the song “Indescribable.” She sang the words, trying to ignore how uncomfortable they made her feel. Why couldn’t God be describable? He needed to work on expanding the English language. She didn’t like the whole limitless aspect of deity.
Then they moved to “How Great is Our God,” and Lex could hang with that. God is great. She sang and felt that same pull of greatness that made her first believe – the power that had overwhelmed her so that she had no choice but to believe.
The associate pastor – who took care of the singles and youth groups – talked about trusting God. Pretty appropriate, since she was trusting God to make sure she succeeded in finding a sponsor, finding a boyfriend, or even both. Hey, she had resources, right? She could do it.
As soon as the pastor prayed to close the meeting, Lex had found her next target. She bolted out of her seat and plopped down next to Randy.
“Hey, Randy, what do you say to contributing to a junior high girls’ volleyball team? Great opportunity to – ”
“Sorry, Lex. I only support overseas missions.”
Lex blinked a few times. “Why?”
“Jesus called us to make disciples of all nations.”
“America is a nation.”
Randy waved a hand. “We have ample access to churches, whereas people in other nations have no chance to hear the gospel.”
Her neck itched, which meant a flush rose up from her chest, which meant she wasn’t controlling her temper very well. “People die from poverty in America as well as in India.”
“But the people in India haven’t heard about Christ, so they’re more important to reach.”
Her cheeks felt like she had a lemon in her mouth. “I want my family to become Christian. Most of them are Buddhist. And they live in America.”
Randy shrugged.
Breathe in through your nose, out through your nose. Well, she didn’t bother to go down the List with Randy. Another thing to add to the List: Make sure his theology doesn’t exclude basically any American who doesn’t know Christ.
Lex glanced around at the sparse crowd of people for Singles Group tonight. She was oh-fer-two, but maybe -Her cell phone chirped. “Hello?”
“Leeex?”
“Trish? What’s wrong?”
“Leeex.” Belch. “Can you come pick me up?”
“Are you drunk? ”
Lex met Randy’s horrified stare. Oops, she had said that rather loudly. A few other people tried not to look like they were listening.
“I’m jus’ a leedle tipsy,” Trish answered her.
She got up and headed toward the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “Where are you?”
“Um… Club Yellow Fever.”
She’d have to MapQuest it. “Stay where you are, okay? Are you inside the club?”
“I’m at my car… I can’t open the door.” Giggle. “I think I lost the handle.”