the business.” My stepfather was keen for Shin to carry on. Although he himself was one of the smaller tin-ore dealers, others in his trade had done extremely well, and there was money to be made in reinvestments.
“You can have it. I’m leaving as soon as I can.”
I snorted. “Don’t want it. I’m the one who’s going to leave.”
He started to laugh, and buried his head under the pillow to muffle the sound. As he did so, a wrinkled piece of paper fell out. It had a single Chinese character written on it: 獏.
“What’s this?” In the wavering moonlight, it was hard to make out. “Is it an animal?”
Shin made a grab for it. “My mother wrote it for me,” he said gruffly. “It’s the character for mo—you know, tapir.”
I’d seen pictures of a tapir. It had a nose like a stunted elephant’s trunk, and black and white markings as if the front of the animal had been dipped in ink, while the back part had been heavily floured, like a rice dumpling. It was supposed to be quite large, almost six feet long, yet difficult to see in the jungle.
“Your mother’s writing was beautiful.” My own mother was illiterate, which was why she’d always been keen on sending me to school and to Chinese brush-writing classes on weekends.
“She came from the north of China. That paper is for me. When I have bad dreams. Mo is a dream-eater, don’t you know?”
“Do you mean a real tapir, from the jungle?” I wondered what sort of stories Shin’s mother had told him. My own family had been in Malaya for three generations; though we still spoke Chinese, we’d also adapted to life under British rule here.
“No, the dream-eater is a ghost animal. If you have nightmares, you can call it three times to eat the bad dreams. But you have to be careful. If you call it too often it will also gobble up your hopes and ambitions.”
There was silence while I digested this. I wanted to ask Shin whether this charm for dream-eaters really worked, and whether he’d ever seen one, but he’d fallen asleep, so I crept quietly back to my own bed.
* * *
When people who didn’t know our family circumstances discovered that Shin and I shared the same birthday, they assumed we were twins even though we didn’t look alike. My mother had a soft spot for him, and she’d touch our heads affectionately.
“It’s good you have a brother now, Ji Lin.”
“But he won’t call me Ah Jie,” I’d point out, aggrieved. It was my right to be called “older sister,” even if I held that advantage by only five hours. But Shin willfully ignored this, calling me by my given name and sticking out his tongue.
In some ways it would be better if he still did such things, but the last two years, Shin had grown strangely aloof. It was inevitable, I supposed, though it stung. But I was too proud to hang around like the other girls and so miserable over being forced to leave school before my Upper Sixth, that I’d had little time to worry about this change in him. If it came down to it, however, I thought I could still rely on Shin. To be my ally, to keep my secrets. And to identify severed fingers. At least, I hoped I could.
* * *
Dinner that night was a silent affair, despite the luxury of a whole steamed chicken rubbed with sesame oil. It sat, expertly chopped into bite-sized pieces, on a large platter. None of us had touched it; it was as mutely reproachful as Shin’s empty seat. My mother asked timidly after him.
“He said he’d be out tonight.” My stepfather shoveled food into his mouth, chewing methodically.
“I should have told him I was going to kill a chicken today.” My mother cast a worried glance at the bird, as though Shin would materialize behind it. I stifled a snort.
“How long is he back for?” I asked.
“He has a part-time job at the Batu Gajah hospital, so he’ll be here for the summer.” My mother looked pleased. Actually, there was no “summer” here in Malaya. It was the tropics, after all, though we’d adopted the vocabulary of summer holidays as a result of being a colony. But I didn’t say any of this aloud. It was always better to say less during mealtimes.
“Is Shin staying here?” Batu Gajah was more than ten miles away. I couldn’t imagine that Shin would choose