Kath held the door open for her, and Lily stepped out into the city and saw that night had fallen while they were talking. The lights were on all along Columbus Avenue, and she smelled the distinct cool scent of the fog rolling in. She felt Kath’s hand on her back, nudging her over into Adler Place, the narrow street between Vesuvio’s and the next building. The other end of Adler Place opened onto Grant Avenue, and Lily saw the Chinatown streetlamps glowing in the distance.
“Come out with me tomorrow night,” Kath said, drawing close to her.
Lily backed away into the shadow of the building, past the light that spilled out of Vesuvio’s windows, and Kath followed. “I can’t go tomorrow,” Lily said. “It’s the New Year parade.”
“What about the night after?”
“Monday night?”
“Yes, Monday.”
“Where?” Lily asked.
Kath was right in front of her now, but there was still a foot of space between them. Lily wanted to reach out and touch her, but she held herself back. The traffic on Columbus was barely twenty feet to their right.
“There’s a place called the Paper Doll, on Union Street west of Grant,” Kath said. “We can have dinner there. I can get there by eight o’clock.”
“All right, I’ll meet you there.”
Lily didn’t know what sort of excuse she’d give her parents, but right now, with Kath so close to her, she didn’t care. She glanced at the lights of Columbus Avenue again, and before she could second-guess herself, she took Kath’s hand and pulled her farther into Adler Place. The shadows weren’t quite dark enough to hide them, but Lily had come so far—hundreds of miles from Los Angeles—and she wouldn’t allow the last few inches to be insurmountable.
“Careful,” Kath said softly.
But she didn’t resist when Lily pulled Kath into a hug, and after a second’s hesitation, Kath hugged her back. Lily buried her face in Kath’s neck for one breathless moment. If she closed her eyes she might fix this in her memory always: the pulse in Kath’s throat; the warmth of her body; the scent of her skin.
“I love you,” Lily whispered.
A catch in Kath’s breath; the ripple of it moving from her body to Lily’s.
Kath drew back just enough to kiss her quickly. “I love you too.”
“I’ll see you on Monday,” Lily said, and then she hurried away down the dark street. At the end of it, right before she stepped onto Grant Avenue, she looked back to see if Kath was still there—and she was.
She was standing in the middle of Adler Place, and when she saw Lily turn, she raised her hand in a wave. Monday.
Lily’s heart lifted, and she waved back, and then she stepped into Chinatown. Grant Avenue was hung with red-and-gold banners welcoming the Year of the Monkey. A group of children on the corner were lighting clusters of illegal handheld sparklers. Lily raised her fingers to her lips as if to touch the last trace of Kath’s mouth on hers. She felt a queer giddiness overtaking her, as if her body might float up from the ground because she was so buoyant with this lightness, this love.
—1954
The U.S. Senate condemns Joseph McCarthy.
—1955
Dr. Hsue-shen Tsien is deported from the United States and returns to China.
—Feb. 11, 1956
LILY meets Kath at Vesuvio Café in San Francisco.
The Immigration and Naturalization Service launches the Chinese Confession Program, encouraging Chinese to voluntarily confess if they immigrated to the United States illegally, leading to widespread fear of deportation within the Chinese American community.
—1957
The U.S.S.R. launches Sputnik 1 into orbit.
Kath obtains her pilot’s license.
—1958
United States launches Explorer 1, a satellite built by the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, into orbit.
—1959
Lily graduates from the University of California–Los Angeles and begins working at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Lily Hu’s story was inspired by two books. In Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, From Missiles to the Moon to Mars, Nathalia Holt introduces us to the female computers who worked at the Jet Propulsion Lab starting in the 1940s, including Chinese American immigrant Helen Ling, who went on to become an engineer at JPL and hired many more women to work there. In Wide-Open Town: A History of Queer San Francisco to 1965, Nan Alamilla Boyd notes almost casually, “San Francisco native Merle Woo remembers that lesbians of color often frequented Forbidden City [nightclub] in the 1950s.” Both books gave me glimpses into Asian American history that has too often fallen through the cracks, and I wondered what life might have been like for a queer Asian American girl who dreamed of rocket ships, growing up in the 1950s. This nugget of an idea first became a short story, “New Year,” published in All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens, edited by Saundra Mitchell, in 2018. And now Lily’s story has grown into this novel.