Xue was feeding the ducks when she got Dawn’s message.  She liked ducks.  They didn’t build, didn’t destroy, didn’t do anything but swim and eat bread crumbs.  Feeding the ducks was her favorite thing to do in the City.  It was a meditation, a retreat from the pressure and demands of school and family.  It was not that she was ungrateful.  Her future was being formed like a diamond by that pressure.  But too much and she would collapse instead.

She listened to it twice, gave up and ran the translation.
“Please come pick me up?  I’m kind of stuck.”