As in all good first-person writing, this story reveals far more than our narrator thinks he is telling us. He reminisces fondly about how, as a child, he used to climb trees to fetch coconuts for foreigners. When he tells us that "For added effect, we'd make monkey noises when we climbed, which always made them laugh," Lapcharoensap's point is abundantly clear. Equally, the description of the postcard from a Miami girl, who invites the narrator to come and visit but fails to provide a return address, is subtly telling.