“Ha! Nonsense,” Shelly laughed. “Let me tell you something: I can understand people who were raised on it believing in that Chinese astrology crap, but there’s only one reason anyone without a epicanthus would buy into it. Tell me, Coop, what year were you born in?”

“1984. Year of the Tiger.”

“I thought so,” Shelly said. “People with good animals are always all about Chinese astrology. I was born in 1983, Year of the Pig. Oh, you Tigers and Dragons talk a good game about the pig standing for ‘honesty, passion, intelligence,” but if you were born in the Year of the Rooster you’d be crowing a different tune.”