to each other behind the chicken coop for a long time. It smelled pungent, and there were bits of straw and other nameless soft unpleasant things on the ground, but I couldn’t see them and maybe it didn’t matter in the dark. Twice I heard my mother come looking for us. The second time I called to her softly and said that Shin was all right, just to leave him alone for a bit. When she’d gone, he pulled himself away.
“I’ll kill him,” he said quietly.
“Don’t! You’ll go to prison.”
“Who cares?”
“Well, I do!” Part of me believed Shin was quite capable of killing his father in a fight. He was already taller than him; it was surprising that he seemed to have had the worst of it today. Whatever had made Shin hold back, I was grateful. Because one day, just like today, I’d come home and one of them would be dead. But please, let it not be Shin. Though the alternative was just as bad. Shin would be locked up forever. Or hanged.
“Stop crying,” he said at last. “I won’t, all right?”
“Promise me.”
He sighed. “I promise. Don’t lean on my arm. It hurts.”
I got up. Shin slowly untangled himself from behind the coop and crawled out as well. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness but it was still hard to see. Everything looked strange and wrong, as though the kitchen courtyard was an entirely new country. Shin’s left arm hung at an odd angle.
“Told you. It’s broken.” He sounded so matter-of-fact that I felt like crying again.
“What happened?”
“He took a stick to me. The carrying pole.”
The carrying pole was used for heavy loads. Strong and heavy, and flattened to balance on one shoulder, it was a deadly weapon when rival Chinese clans fought gang wars. If my stepfather had really hit Shin with it, he must have lost his mind. He could have maimed him. I was so furious that I wanted to scream, report him to the police. I wished that all the doors and windows would burst open and the roof fly off, so that the neighbors would see exactly what happened in our house.
“You said not to kill anyone,” said Shin, reading my expression,
“They don’t hang girls,” I said, though I wasn’t really sure. Perhaps they did. Or maybe they drowned them, like witches. I didn’t care. I was so angry that my hands trembled. And yet, I was terrified. I hadn’t dared to raise my voice to my stepfather, even when I was searching the house so desperately.
“What happened? Why did he do it?”
But Shin only shook his head.
* * *
I never did find out what happened that night. The more I asked, the more Shin retreated into silence. My mother was no help, either. She said they’d already been fighting when she came home and it was best forgotten.
Shin stayed home from school for a week to hide the bruises, telling the doctor who splinted his broken arm that he’d fallen down the stairs. My stepfather also had injuries. Besides the bloody nose, he had a twisted elbow and, my mother suspected, a cracked rib though he too said nothing. I think in his own way he was sorry. He probably realized he’d gone too far, but I wouldn’t forgive him. I would never forgive him.
In fact, the thought crossed my mind about actually poisoning him. I even went so far as to check out all the detective novels I could find in our school library. It was no good though. They only let you take two books out at a time, and besides, where on earth was I going to find a trained snake, as in The Adventure of the Speckled Band? Anyway, if my stepfather were poisoned, the most likely suspect would be my mother.
Strangely, after that incident Shin and my stepfather came to some understanding that I wasn’t privy to. They left each other alone. I thought at first my stepfather was feeling guilty about the whole affair and perhaps he was, but I noticed that he gave Shin more leeway. Shin, too, started making a noticeable effort at school. His grades had always been good but now he studied as though he was possessed, surpassing me. He rarely had time for me anymore; it was around then that the two of us began to drift apart.
13
Batu Gajah
Monday, June 8th
They’ve found the head. It’s the biggest news at the Batu Gajah District Hospital on Monday morning, as Leslie, the