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The real dad is a kind young man who helped her escape to America.
But something doesnt add up for Rachel:
Wait a minute.
How did you know for sure he was the father?
Rachel asked, uncrossing her arms and leaning back against the window.
Trust me Rachel, I just knew.
This was back before DNA testing.
Kerry shifted in her chair awkwardly, searching for the right words to explain.
Oh …ooh, Rachel said, turning crimson when she realized what her mother meant.
Reader, when I got to this moment, I literally shouted out loud.
Its a moment so nakedly farcical that you have to stand up and cheer at Kwans audacity.
Somehow in all the discussion about Kwans novel, this moment has gone relatively unnoticed.
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