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This is Why-oming, a column by Jenny Tinghui Zhang that explores life as a woman of color in Wyoming, one of the whitest and loneliest places in the United States.
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Last December, when my upstairs neighbor was out of town, I received a Facebook message from her boyfriend around 11 p.m. “I’m watching A’s cat while she’s away,” it said. “Want to come up and have a beer?”
It’s late at night, I don’t know this guy, I’m alone, I shouldn’t.
He really needs my help, so I should help.
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Jenny Tinghui Zhang is a Chinese-American writer from Austin. Her debut novel Four Treasures of the Sky is forthcoming from Flatiron Books in April 2022. Find her at jennytinghui.com
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