he’s come back for her. He manages a weak grin as she passes through to the drawing room, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.
Rawlings is still talking to Ren, and not wanting to follow Lydia or speak to Nandani, who watches him with miserable eyes, William leans against the doorway and listens to them.
“The Li in your master’s name—isn’t that one of the five Confucian Virtues?” Rawlings says.
“Yes,” Ren replies. “Actually my name is one of them, too.”
“Is that right?” says William. “Which one are you?”
“I’m Ren.” He fidgets with the cuff of his white houseboy’s uniform.
“Ren is benevolence isn’t it? Yi is righteousness, Li is ritual or order. Zhi is wisdom and Xin is faithfulness.” Rawling counts them off on his fingers as he recites, “Without Li, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?”
Ren looks impressed. “How do you know them all?”
“I studied a little.” Rawlings regards him thoughtfully. He has a surprisingly easy manner with children, unlike himself, thinks William. Of course, Rawlings has children of his own.
William sneaks a quick glance down the hallway. Lydia is still standing there, ostensibly chatting with someone. If he goes out now, she’s bound to catch him and ask all sorts of questions about why Nandani is sitting in his kitchen right now.
“Ren, Dr. Rawlings here is our chief pathologist,” says William. To his surprise, the boy gives a little twitch, like a start of recognition.
“Do you take care of the pathology storeroom? The one at the hospital?” Ren asks hesitantly. It’s not his place to question guests.
“Why, do you want to see it?” Rawlings looks amused.
Ren shakes his head. A baffled expression appears on his face, as though he’s unaccountably disappointed.
There’s a commotion at the front door.
“Ah, our visitors,” says William in relief. “Did you hear about Leslie’s surprise?”
“What is it?” asks Rawlings.
“Some dance-hall girls from Ipoh. Ren—get the door.”
But Ren is transfixed. Eyes wide, his thin, childish shoulders almost quivering. He looks like a bird dog, William thinks. Exactly like a dog that, though disappointed at first by a false lead, has now locked onto the correct scent. Then, like a small sleepwalker, Ren walks straight out of the kitchen, down the long narrow passage, and opens the front door.
27
Batu Gajah
Saturday, June 20th
There were five of us girls on Saturday night: Hui, Rose, Pearl, myself, and another girl called Anna. She usually worked Thursdays and Saturdays, so I’d never met her before. Anna was very tall—taller than me—and plump in a voluptuous way. The Mama said that she’d chosen Anna for this private party because foreigners didn’t like to stoop when they were dancing.
“Is that why you picked me as well?” I asked as we waited for the hired car. She gave me a hard stare, as though she thought I was being cheeky, though I was quite serious.
“Of course not!” said Hui, squeezing my arm. “She picked you because you’re popular.”
The car that the Mama had hired was large, though not as long and graceful as Robert’s. Anna sat in the front seat because she was the biggest, and the rest of us squeezed into the back. One of the bouncers, the one with a mole on his chin called Kiong, would be our driver and chaperone.
“No loose behavior,” said the Mama, raking us over with a razor glare. “It’ll be three hours of dancing, from nine to midnight. Kiong will handle the money. If there’s any trouble, let him know at once.”
Kiong, his wide face impassive, nodded. There were rumors that he was either the Mama’s nephew or one of her lovers, but I was glad it was Kiong. He’d always struck me as reliable, and he never bothered to flirt with us girls. Rose and Hui were giggling over the car. Pearl said she’d never been in one before. If I married Robert, I thought, I’d get to ride in his cream-colored beauty with its soft leather seats every day. But I’d also have to do things like sit on Robert’s lap and kiss him.
The idea made my teeth ache. I didn’t want to think about Robert, though if I imagined it was Shin instead, I felt a strange, stirring excitement. But it was no use thinking about Shin—that only plunged me into greater gloom.
* * *
In the end, Shin hadn’t come back to Falim until Saturday. He pushed open the front door just as we were sitting down for an early lunch.
“Thought you’d be back last night,” said my stepfather.