The smell of onions reminded Mr. Yi of his father’s clothes

when he came in from the fields. When the police arrived,

the old woman explained what happened and what she had said

about family and ancestors—how she had used
her cane to restore harmony.

The police looked at the mangled tricycle,
couldn’t believe Weng was not injured.

Volunteers carried the twisted frame to the sidewalk as Mr. Yi

noticed a cabbage-shaped bulge of metal welded to the tubing.

“What’s that?” he said, pointing.

The volunteers looked too.

“Golden Helper II,” Weng said.

“But what is it?”

“It’s something that makes it easy to go a long way.”

Mr. Yi examined the mechanism more closely.
“But what does it do?”

Everyone on the street was now fascinated
with Golden Helper II.

“It helps with my family business . . .” Weng said.

“. . . in a golden way.”