Where are we now? Maisie wondered as she struggled to get her bearings. It was dark and smelled like the produce stand at the natural food market. She pushed her arms upward and struggled to the surface, moving the small, hard grains that surrounded her out of the way as she did. Was she in a sandpit? When her head popped out she came face-to-face with an old, wizened Chinese man. His face was weathered and deeply wrinkled, and his wispy, white hair was tied back in a pigtail. The old man began to shout at her in Chinese, waving his arms and jumping up and down. Maisie looked down. She had landed, she realized, in a giant basket of rice. That basket of rice stood next to many more baskets of rice, which stood in a row of small stalls selling vegetables. From her perch, Maisie could see green beans and radishes and green cabbages. What she didn’t see was Felix. Still shouting at her, the old man took her arm and pulled hard. Maisie tumbled from the basket in a shower of rice. “I’m sorry,”
