After lunch, Brave Orchid asked her husband if he and the children could handle the laundry by themselves. She wanted to take Moon Orchid out for some fun. He said that the load was unusually light today.
The sisters walked back to Chinatown. "We"re going to get some more to eat," said Brave Orchid. Moon Orchid accompanied her to a gray building with a large storefront room, overhead fans turning coolly and cement floor cool underfoot. Women at round tables were eating black seaweed gelatin and talking. They poured Karo syrup on top of the black quivering ma.s.s. Brave Orchid seated Moon Orchid and dramatically introduced her, "This is my sister who has come to Gold Mountain to reclaim her husband." Many of the women were fellow villagers; others might as well have been villagers, together so long in California.
"Marvelous. You could blackmail him," the women advised. "Have him arrested if he doesn"t take you back."
"Disguise yourself as a mysterious lady and find out how bad he is."
"You"ve got to do some husband beating, that"s what you"ve got to do."
They were joking about her. Moon Orchid smiled and tried to think of a joke too. The large proprietress in a butcher"s ap.r.o.n came out of the kitchen lugging tubs full of more black gelatin. Standing over the tables and smoking a cigarette, she watched her customers eat. It was so cool here, black and light-yellow and brown, and the gelatin was so cool. The door was open to the street, no pa.s.sers-by but Chinese, though at the windows the Venetian blinds slitted the sunlight as if everyone were hiding. Between helpings the women sat back, waving fans made out of silk, paper, sandalwood, and panda.n.u.s fronds. They were like rich women in China with nothing to do.
"Game time," said the proprietress, clearing the tables. The women had only been taking a break from their gambling. They spread ringed hands and mixed the ivory tiles click-clack for the next hemp-bird game. "It"s time to go," said Brave Orchid, leading her sister outside. "When you come to America, it"s a chance to forget some of the bad Chinese habits. A person could get up one day from the gambling table and find her life over." The gambling women were already caught up in their game, calling out good-byes to the sisters.
They walked past the vegetable, fish, and meat markets-not as abundant as in Canton, the carp not as red, the turtles not as old-and entered the cigar and seed shop. Brave Orchid filled her sister"s thin hands with carrot candy, melon candy, and sheets of beef jerky. Business was carried out at one end of the shop, which was long and had benches against two walls. Rows of men sat smoking. Some of them stopped gurgling on their silver or bamboo water pipes to greet the sisters. Moon Orchid remembered many of them from the village; the cigar store owner, who looked like a camel, welcomed her. When Brave Orchid"s children were young, they thought he was the Old Man of the North, Santa Claus.
As they walked back to the laundry, Brave Orchid showed her sister where to buy the various groceries and how to avoid Skid Row. "On days when you are not feeling safe, walk around it. But you can walk through it unharmed on your strong days." On weak days you notice bodies on the sidewalk, and you are visible to Panhandler Ghosts and Mugger Ghosts.
Brave Orchid and her husband and children worked hardest in the afternoon when the heat was the worst, all the machines hissing and thumping. Brave Orchid did teach her sister to fold the towels. She placed her at the table where the fan blew most. But finally she sent one of the children to walk her home.
From then on Moon Orchid only visited the laundry late in the day when the towels came out of the dryers. Brave Orchid"s husband had to cut a pattern from cardboard so Moon Orchid could fold handkerchiefs uniformly. He gave her a shirt cardboard to measure the towels. She never could work any faster than she did on the first day.
The summer days pa.s.sed while they talked about going to find Moon Orchid"s husband. She felt she accomplished a great deal by folding towels. She spent the evening observing the children. She liked to figure them out. She described them aloud. "Now they"re studying again. They read so much. Is it because they have enormous quant.i.ties to learn, and they"re trying not to be savages? He is picking up his pencil and tapping it on the desk. Then he opens his book. His eyes begin to read. His eyes go back and forth. They go from left to right, from left to right." This makes her laugh. "How wondrous-eyes reading back and forth. Now he"s writing his thoughts down. What"s that that thought?" she asked, pointing. thought?" she asked, pointing.
She followed her nieces and nephews about. She bent over them. "Now she is taking a machine off the shelf. She attaches two metal spiders to it. She plugs in the cord. She cracks an egg against the rim and pours the yolk and white out of the sh.e.l.l into the bowl. She presses a b.u.t.ton, and the spiders spin the eggs. What are you making?"
"Aunt, please take your finger out of the batter."
"She says, "Aunt, please take your finger out of the batter,"" Moon Orchid repeated as she turned to follow another niece walking through the kitchen. "Now what"s this one doing? Why, she"s sewing a dress. She"s going to try it on." Moon Orchid would walk right into the children"s rooms while they were dressing. "Now she must be looking over her costumes to see which one to wear." Moon Orchid pulled out a dress. "This is nice," she suggested. "Look at all the colors."
"No, Aunt. That"s the kind of dress for a party. I"m going to school now."
"Oh, she"s going to school now. She"s choosing a plain blue dress. She"s picking up her comb and brush and shoes, and she"s going to lock herself up in the bathroom. They dress in bathrooms here." She pressed her ear against the door. "She"s brushing her teeth. Now she"s coming out of the bathroom. She"s wearing the blue dress and a white sweater. She"s combed her hair and washed her face. She looks in the refrigerator and is arranging things between slices of bread. She"s putting an orange and cookies in a bag. Today she"s taking her green book and her blue book. And tablets and pencils. Do you take a dictionary?" Moon Orchid asked.
"No," said the child, rolling her eyeb.a.l.l.s up and exhaling loudly. "We have dictionaries at school," she added before going out the door.
"They have dictionaries at school," said Moon Orchid, thinking this over. "She knows "dictionary."" Moon Orchid stood at the window peeping. "Now she"s shutting the gate. She strides along like an Englishman."
The child married to a husband who did not speak Chinese translated for him, "Now she"s saying that I"m taking a machine off the shelf and that I"m attaching two metal spiders to it. And she"s saying the spiders are spinning with legs intertwined and beating the eggs electrically. Now she says I"m hunting for something in the refrigerator and-ha!-I"ve found it. I"m taking out b.u.t.ter-"cow oil." "They eat a lot of cow oil," she"s saying."
"She"s driving me nuts!" the children told each other in English.
At the laundry Moon Orchid hovered so close that there was barely room between her and the hot presses. "Now the index fingers of both hands press the b.u.t.tons, and-ka-lump-the press comes down. But one finger on a b.u.t.ton will release it-ssssss-the steam lets loose. Sssst-the water squirts." She could describe it so well, you would think she could do it. She wasn"t as hard to take at the laundry as at home, though. She could not endure the heat, and after a while she had to go out on the sidewalk and sit on her apple crate. When they were younger the children used to sit out there too during their breaks. They played house and store and library, their orange and apple crates in a row. Pa.s.sers-by and customers gave them money. But now they were older, they stayed inside or went for walks. They were ashamed of sitting on the sidewalk, people mistaking them for beggars. "Dance for me," the ghosts would say before handing them a nickel. "Sing a Chinese song." And before they got old enough to know better, they"d dance and they"d sing. Moon Orchid sat out there by herself.
Whenever Brave Orchid thought of it, which was everyday, she said, "Are you ready to go see your husband and claim what is yours?"
"Not today, but soon," Moon Orchid would reply.
But one day in the middle of summer, Moon Orchid"s daughter said, "I have to return to my family. I promised my husband and children I"d only be gone a few weeks. I should return this week." Moon Orchid"s daughter lived in Los Angeles.
"Good!" Brave Orchid exclaimed. "We"ll all go to Los Angeles. You return to your husband, and your mother returns to hers. We only have to make one trip."
"You ought to leave the poor man alone," said Brave Orchid"s husband. "Leave him out of women"s business."
"When your father lived in China," Brave Orchid told the children, "he refused to eat pastries because he didn"t want to eat the dirt the women kneaded from between their fingers."
"But I"m happy here with you and all your children," Moon Orchid said. "I want to see how this girl"s sewing turns out. I want to see your son come back from Vietnam. I want to see if this one gets good grades. There"s so much to do."
"We"re leaving on Friday," said Brave Orchid. "I"m going to escort you, and you will arrive safely."
On Friday Brave Orchid put on her dress-up clothes, which she wore only a few times during the year. Moon Orchid wore the same kind of clothes she wore every day and was dressed up. Brave Orchid told her oldest son he had to drive. He drove, and the two old ladies and the niece sat in the back seat.
They set out at gray dawn, driving between the grape trees, which hunched like dwarfs in the fields. Gnomes in serrated outfits that blew in the morning wind came out of the earth, came up in rows and columns. Everybody was only half awake. "A long time ago," began Brave Orchid, "the emperors had four wives, one at each point of the compa.s.s, and they lived in four palaces. The Empress of the West would connive for power, but the Empress of the East was good and kind and full of light. You are the Empress of the East, and the Empress of the West has imprisoned the Earth"s Emperor in the Western Palace. And you, the good Empress of the East, come out of the dawn to invade her land and free the Emperor. You must break the strong spell she has cast on him that has lost him the East."
Brave Orchid gave her sister last-minute advice for five hundred miles. All her possessions had been packed into the trunk.
"Shall we go into your house together," asked Brave Orchid, "or do you want to go by yourself?"
"You"ve got to come with me. I don"t know what I would say."
"I think it would be dramatic for you to go by yourself. He opens the door. And there you are-alive and standing on the porch with all your luggage. "Remember me?" you say. Call him by his own name. He"ll faint with shock. Maybe he"ll say, "No. Go away." But you march right in. You push him aside and go in. Then you sit down in the most important chair, and you take off your shoes because you belong."
"Don"t you think he"ll welcome me?"
"She certainly wasn"t very imaginative," thought Brave Orchid.
"It"s against the law to have two wives in this country," said Moon Orchid. "I read that in the newspaper."
"But it"s probably against the law in Singapore too. Yet our brother has two, and his sons have two each. The law doesn"t matter."
"I"m scared. Oh, let"s turn back. I don"t want to see him. Suppose he throws me out? Oh, he will. He"ll throw me out. And he"ll have a right to throw me out, coming here, disturbing him, not waiting for him to invite me. Don"t leave me by myself. You can talk louder than I can."
"Yes, coming with you would be exciting. I can charge through the door and say, "Where is your wife?" And he"ll answer, "Why, she"s right here." And I"ll say, "This isn"t your wife. Where is Moon Orchid? I"ve come to see her. I"m her first sister, and I"ve come to see that she is being well taken care of." Then I accuse him of murderous things; I"d have him arrested-and you pop up to his rescue. Or I can take a look at his wife, and I say, "Moon Orchid, how young you"ve gotten." And he"ll say, "This isn"t Moon Orchid." And you come in and say, "No. I am." If n.o.body"s home, we"ll climb in a window. When they get back we"ll be at home; you the hostess, and I your guest. You"ll be serving me cookies and coffee. And when he comes in I"ll say, "Well, I see your husband is home. Thank you so much for the visit." And you say, "Come again anytime." Don"t make violence. Be routine."
Sometimes Moon Orchid got into the mood. "Maybe I could be folding towels when he comes in. He"ll think I"m so clever. I"ll get to them before his wife does." But the further they came down the great central valley-green fields changing to fields of cotton on dry, brown stalks, first a stray bush here and there, then thick-the more Moon Orchid wanted to turn back. "No. I can"t go through with this." She tapped her nephew on the shoulder. "Please turn back. Oh, you must turn the car around. I should be returning to China. I shouldn"t be here at all. Let"s go back. Do you understand me?"
"Don"t go back," Brave Orchid ordered her son. "Keep going. She can"t back out now."
"What do you want me to do? Make up your minds," said the son, who was getting impatient.
"Keep going," said Brave Orchid. "She"s come this far, and we can"t waste all this driving. Besides, we have to take your cousin back to her own house in Los Angeles. We have to drive to Los Angeles anyway."
"Can I go inside and meet my grandchildren?"
"Yes," said her daughter.
"We"ll see them after you straighten out things with your husband," said Brave Orchid.
"What if he hits me?"
"I"ll hit him him. I"ll protect you. I"ll hit him back. The two of us will knock him down and make him listen." Brave Orchid chuckled as if she were looking forward to a fight. But when she saw how terrified Moon Orchid was, she said, "It won"t come to a fight. You mustn"t start imagining things. We"ll simply walk up to the door. If he answers, you"ll say, "I have decided to come live with you in the Beautiful Nation." If she she answers the door, you"ll say, "You must be Little Wife. I am Big Wife." Why, you could even be generous. "I"d like to see our husband, please," you say. I brought my wig," said Brave Orchid. "Why don"t you disguise yourself as a beautiful lady? I brought lipstick and powder too. And at some dramatic point, you pull off the wig and say, "I am Moon Orchid."" answers the door, you"ll say, "You must be Little Wife. I am Big Wife." Why, you could even be generous. "I"d like to see our husband, please," you say. I brought my wig," said Brave Orchid. "Why don"t you disguise yourself as a beautiful lady? I brought lipstick and powder too. And at some dramatic point, you pull off the wig and say, "I am Moon Orchid.""
"That is a terrible thing to do. I"d be so scared. I am so scared."
"I want to be dropped off at my house first," said the niece. "I told my family I"d be home to make lunch."
"All right," said Brave Orchid, who had tried to talk her niece into confronting her father five years ago, but all she had done was write him a letter telling him she was in Los Angeles. He could visit her, or she could visit him if he wanted to see her, she had suggested. But he had not wanted to see her.
When the car stopped in front of her daughter"s house, Moon Orchid asked, "May I get out to meet my grandchildren?"
"I told you no," said Brave Orchid. "If you do that you"ll stay here, and it"ll take us weeks to get up our courage again. Let"s save your grandchildren as a reward. You take care of this other business, and you can play with your grandchildren without worry. Besides, you have some children to meet."
"Grandchildren are more wonderful than children."
After they left the niece"s suburb, the son drove them to the address his mother had given him, which turned out to be a skysc.r.a.per in downtown Los Angeles.
"Don"t park in front," said his mother. "Find a side street. We"ve got to take him by surprise. We mustn"t let him spot us ahead of time. We have to catch the first look on his face."
"Yes, I think I would like to see the look on his face."
Brave Orchid"s son drove up and down the side streets until he found a parking s.p.a.ce that could not be seen from the office building.
"You have to compose yourself," said Brave Orchid to her sister. "You must be calm as you walk in. Oh, this is most dramatic-in broad daylight and in the middle of the city. We"ll sit here for a while and look at his building."
"Does he own that whole building?"
"I don"t know. Maybe so."
"Oh, I can"t move. My knees are shaking so much I won"t be able to walk. He must have servants and workers in there, and they"ll stare at me. I can"t bear it."
Brave Orchid felt a tiredness drag her down. She had to baby everyone. The traffic was rushing, Los Angeles noon-hot, and she suddenly felt carsick. No trees. No birds. Only city. "It must be the long drive," she thought. They had not eaten lunch, and the sitting had tired her out. Movement would strengthen her; she needed movement. "I want you to stay here with your aunt while I scout that building," she instructed her son. "When I come back, we"ll work out a plan." She walked around the block. Indeed, she felt that her feet stepping on the earth, even when the earth was covered with concrete, gained strength from it. She breathed health from the air, though it was full of gasoline fumes. The bottom floor of the building housed several stores. She looked at the clothes and jewelry on display, picking out some for Moon Orchid to have when she came into her rightful place.
Brave Orchid rushed along beside her reflection in the gla.s.s. She used to be young and fast; she was still fast and felt young. It was mirrors, not aches and pains, that turned a person old, everywhere white hairs and wrinkles. Young people felt pain.
The building was a fine one; the lobby was chrome and gla.s.s, with ashtray stands and plastic couches arranged in semicircles. She waited for the elevator to fill before she got in, not wanting to operate a new machine by herself. Once on the sixth floor she searched alertly for the number in her address book.
How clean his building was. The rest rooms were locked, and there were square overhead lights. No windows, though. She did not like the quiet corridors with carpets but no windows. They felt like tunnels. He must be very wealthy. Good. It would serve a rich man right to be humbled. She found the door with his number on it; there was also American lettering on the gla.s.s. Apparently this was his business office. She hadn"t thought of the possibility of catching him at his job. Good thing she had decided to scout. If they had arrived at his house, they would not have found him. Then they would have had to deal with her her. And she would have phoned him, spoiled the surprise, and gotten him on her side. Brave Orchid knew how the little wives maneuvered; her father had had two little wives.
She entered the office, glad that it was a public place and she needn"t knock. A roomful of men and women looked up from their magazines. She could tell by their eagerness for change that this was a waiting room. Behind a sliding gla.s.s part.i.tion sat a young woman in a modern nurse"s uniform, not a white one, but a light blue pantsuit with white trim. She sat before an elegant telephone and an electric typewriter. The wallpaper in her cubicle was like aluminum foil, a metallic background for a tall black frame around white paint with dashes of red. The wall of the waiting room was covered with burlap, and there were plants in wooden tubs. It was an expensive waiting room. Brave Orchid approved. The patients looked well dressed, not sickly and poor.
"h.e.l.lo. May I help you?" said the receptionist, parting the gla.s.s. Brave Orchid hesitated, and the receptionist took this to mean that she could not speak English. "Just a moment," she said, and went into an inner room. She brought back another woman, who wore a similar uniform except that it was pink trimmed in white. This woman"s hair was gathered up into a bunch of curls at the back of her head; some of the curls were fake. She wore round gla.s.ses and false eyelashes, which gave her an American look. "Have you an appointment?" she asked in poor Chinese; she spoke less like a Chinese than Brave Orchid"s children. "My husband, the doctor, usually does not take drop-in patients," she said. "We"re booked up for about a month." Brave Orchid stared at her pink-painted fingernails gesticulating, and thought she probably would not have given out so much information if she weren"t so clumsy with language.
"I have the flu," Brave Orchid said.
"Perhaps we can give you the name of another doctor," said this woman, who was her sister-in-law. "This doctor is a brain surgeon and doesn"t work with flu." Actually she said, "This doctor cuts brains," a child making up the words as she went along. She wore pink lipstick and had blue eyelids like the ghosts.
Brave Orchid, who had been a surgeon too, thought that her brother-in-law must be a clever man. She herself could not practice openly in the United States because the training here was so different and because she could never learn English. He was smart enough to learn ghost ways. She would have to be clever to outwit him. She needed to retreat and plan some more. "Oh, well, I"ll go to another doctor, then," she said, and left.
She needed a new plan to get her sister and brother-in-law together. This nurse-wife was so young, and the office was so rich with wood, paintings, and fancy telephones, that Brave Orchid knew it wasn"t because he couldn"t get the fare together that he hadn"t sent for his old wife. He had abandoned her for this modern, heartless girl. Brave Orchid wondered if the girl knew that her husband had a Chinese wife. Perhaps she should ask her.
But no, she mustn"t spoil the surprise by giving any hints. She had to get away before he came out into the corridor, perhaps to go to one of the locked rest rooms. As she walked back to her sister, she noted corners and pa.s.sageways, broom closets, other offices-ambush spots. Her sister could crouch behind a drinking fountain and wait for him to get thirsty. Waylay him.
"I met his second wife," she said, opening the car door.
"What"s she like?" asked Moon Orchid. "Is she pretty?"
"She"s very pretty and very young; just a girl. She"s his nurse. He"s a doctor like me. What a terrible, faithless man. You"ll have to scold him for years, but first you need to sit up straight. Use my powder. Be as pretty as you can. Otherwise you won"t be able to compete. You do have one advantage, however. Notice he has her be his worker. She is like a servant, so you have room to be the wife. She works at the office; you work at the house. That"s almost as good as having two houses. On the other hand, a man"s real partner is the hardest worker. You couldn"t learn nursing, could you? No, I guess not. It"s almost as difficult as doing laundry. What a petty man he turned out to be, giving up responsibility for a pretty face." Brave Orchid reached for the door handle. "Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"To go up there, of course. We"re at his office, and I think we ought to be very direct. There aren"t any trees to hide you, no gra.s.s to soften your steps. So, you walk right into his office. You make an announcement to the patients and the fancy nurses. You say, "I am the doctor"s wife. I"m going to see my husband." Then you step to the inner door and enter. Don"t knock on any doors. Don"t listen if the minor wife talks to you. You walk past her without changing pace. When you see him, you say, "Surprise!" You say, "Who is that woman out there? She claims to be your wife." That will give him a chance to deny her on the spot."
"Oh, I"m so scared. I can"t move. I can"t do that in front of all those people-like a stage show. I won"t be able to talk." And sure enough, her voice was fading into a whisper. She was shivering and small in the corner of the seat.
"So. A new plan, then," said Brave Orchid, looking at her son, who had his forehead on the steering wheel. "You, she said. "I want you to go up to his office and tell your uncle that there has been an accident out in the street. A woman"s leg has been broken, and she"s crying in pain. He"ll have to come. You bring him to the car."
"Mother."
"Mm," mused Brave Orchid. "Maybe we ought to put your aunt in the middle of the street, and she can lie down with her leg bent under her." But Moon Orchid kept shaking her head in trembling no"s.
"Why don"t you push her down in the intersection and pour ketchup on her? I"ll run over her a little bit," said her son.
"Stop being silly," she said. "You Americans don"t take life seriously."
"Mother, this is ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous."
"Go. Do what I tell you," she said.
"I think your schemes will be useless, Mother."
"What do you know about Chinese business?" she said. "Do as I say."
"Don"t let him bring the nurse," said Moon Orchid.
"Don"t you want to see what she looks like?" asked Brave Orchid. "Then you"ll know what he"s giving up for you."
"No. No. She"s none of my business. She"s unimportant."
"Speak in English," Brave Orchid told her son. "Then he"ll feel he has to come with you."
She pushed her son out of the car. "I don"t want to do this," he said.
"You"ll ruin your aunt"s life if you don"t. You can"t understand business begun in China. Just do what I say. Go."
Slamming the car door behind him, he left.
Moon Orchid was groaning now and holding her stomach. "Straighten up," said Brave Orchid. "He"ll be here any moment." But this only made Moon Orchid groan louder, and tears seeped out between her closed eyelids.
"You want a husband, don"t you?" said Brave Orchid. "If you don"t claim him now, you"ll never have a husband. Stop crying," she ordered. "Do you want him to see you with your eyes and nose swollen when that young so-called wife wears lipstick and nail polish like a movie star?"