“How nice to meet you also, young lady.” Morris nods and smiles at them. “I am Morris Ginsberg, this one’s father, as you know. He could not bother to give me your name before now, but perhaps you can tell me?” His accent, easily placed as Germanic, is almost as thick as theirs despite his long residence in the States.
“It’s Li, Pop,” Michael interrupts, trying not to sound as unsure as he feels. Why did they have to put the power to change their entire identity in his hands? That’s not for him to do. It’s not something he should say. This is his problem, though, and he has to solve it for both their sakes. He can’t look Wolfgang or Morris in the eye when he repeats himself. “Her name is Li.”
“Li,” says Morris thoughtfully, seemingly unconcerned about his son’s nervousness. “And where are you from, Li?”