World #1: China. Born Xifeng Wu in a still Imperial Nanking, earlier in the century, this world is the seat of her earliest memories; this is the world where she learned to speak Mandarin, Cantonese and the smattering of dialects she possesses. This was also where, up to age 10, where she was steeped in the culture and family values of her home nation.
World #2: California. When the family emigrated to San Francisco, USA, in 1912. Xifeng now became Elizabeth Wu, and by natural process of making friends, Betty Wu. High School and, with much scrimping and saving by the Wu family, and with much argument with the authorities at the College of Chemistry at Berkley, Elizabeth Wu, BSc (Chem).
World #3: Her real home, The Chemistry Labs of University of Miami, where, as Miss Wu, she is studying for her Masters under the supervision of Professor J.T. Breckenridge. Her Thesis will be on The Explosive Properties of Common Nitrate Based Fertilizer Products.
World #4: Charlie Ching's Chinese 'Cafe', down by the docks. Here, she goes by 'Judy Wong' and works her way through college as a cigarette girl in a skimpy silver outfit which leaves her open to both the elements and the roaming hands of the sailors who frequent the dive. She found early on that the rough tars, and warship crews on leave, didn't like her speaking to them intelligently in her West Coast American accent, so she tried adopting a corny and exaggerated 'Chink' accent. "Hello Johnny, you want buy cigalette of plitty Chinese girl?" and the sales of overpriced smokes and the number of heavy tips skyrocketed.
Actually, the sailors kept themselves under some kind of control, it was the odd excursions by College Boys to the place which caused her the most trouble. Number one, she was scared they might recognise her. Only the ton of makeup she wore for the job and the fact that 'all Chinese people look the same' giving her any protection from that. Worse, the college boys were usually a bunch of juvenile braggarts who couldn't hold their bootleg hooch. They would show off by slapping her behind, one even pinched her butt so hard once that it left a bruise for weeks. Only the thought of the new lab coat she had to buy kept her from pouring his drink over his head and walking out on the job there and then. She'd seen the same boy on Campus a week later, walking into the Law Faculty building, and had avoided that area ever since.
World #5: Miami Police Department Headquarters. This work, as an occasional interpreter and translator, was sporadic, and not particularly well paid, but fascinating, and gave a her a feeling of self worth that even lab work didn't always. The police needed her, the Chinese suspects they picked up definitely needed her. She had to admit to herself, she didn't always translate their replies to the heavy police questioning verbatim, but often helped them in their plight, if she thought they looked like the good, law abiding Chinese that most people from her homeland were. Her name here? Usually "That Chinese girl ... er... Wu! Number's in the Desk Register."