His sister, her hands covered in a curry-hued batter, smiled at him from the stove. "I had a feeling you’d be showing up here tonight, Eugene. I was saying to myself, ‘Here I am fixing Natural Vat’s Yangtze chicken stir-fry. I just know Gene will be coming by,’ and here you are." She dropped several strips of batter-laced meat into the wok on the stove, then wiped her hands on her apron. "Are you clean?"