Ha Jin fiction in Granta
‘I can manage. This is easy.’ He smiled, cutting the fish’s fins and tail with a large pair of scissors.
‘You never cooked back home.’ She stared at him, her eyes glinting. Ever since her arrival a week earlier, she’d been nagging him about his being henpecked. ‘What’s the good of standing six feet tall if you can’t handle a small woman like Connie?’ she often said. In fact, he was five feet ten.
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