The Ghost Who Pinched Me

Something made me look from the amahs to the frangipani tree in the corner. And there she was—Ying. She was looking up at me. I shivered. Was my fever making me imagine things? I needed to tell Ma and Papa right away, but at this very moment, they were at Bidadari, tending to Ying's funeral. Ten-year-old Bee Ling grows up wealthy and privileged in 1940s Singapore, jealous of her beautiful, perfect...