“Better watch what you’re doing,” Mr. Yi’s late father laughed.
“Or we’ll both be sitting back here with all these Bunny Pops

and the fishy smell.”

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No, no,” the ghost said. “I’m here because

you’ve done something right.”

“Do you appear to your son like this?”

“Of course not! It would be much too complicated,

seeing as I’m technically dead.”

“But you’re here now,” Weng pointed out,

“in the back of my Rolls-Royce.”

“No,” said the late Mr. Yi, “I’ve just willed myself into the shape
I had before so that I can ask you to help my son.”

“I don’t understand. I can see you. . . .”

“Okay, watch this,” said the ghost and disappeared.

A moment later the Hello Kitty bobbleheads on the back
window opened their mouths and began

singing the Chinese national anthem.