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Chapter 21
Around lunchtime on Monday, Sam came to their office with a tape. When he saw Lois sitting behind her desk, he inquired after her arm. Lois showed it to him, saying, 「It feels better everyday, but if it's dragged with great force, it may sever.」
「Do you mean that the donated arm can never be the same as your own?」 asked Sam.
「I mean NOW. It needs time.」 Lois smiled at him. 「By the way, I remembered that one of the four guys that attacked me is Michael Dong. We got him once in New York, you remember, Sam?」
「Yeah. I can still see his frightened face in my mind's eye.」
「He lives near Master Pu's house. I have the address. Can you put someone on watch over him?」
「I'll take care of it.」 Then he and Tricia left the office for lunch somewhere.
Lois put the tape into the player and learned the following conversation.
「Tim died in the f***ing jail infirmary. f***ing him,」 said a new voice.
「Why didn't we get f***ing him out? He's our f***ing brethren. Buddha-dammit,」 said a familiar voice belonging to the big guy.
「It's not so f***ing easy as you think. Shit. The f***ing big boss is afraid he'll spill out f***ing beans before we can get him out since the f***ing bail』s denied.」
「How did we get f***ing attorney into our brethrenhood? He dun』t look like a f***ing tough guy.」
「He's our f***ing brethren already when he was sent to study f***ing law. We need our own lawyer.」
Tricia came back from lunch. She told Lois that she had let Sam know her new relationship with Mrs. Gallagher.
「What did he say?」 Lois asked, squinting at Tricia.
「He said that's good. He asked me if he should be introduced to Mrs. Gallagher as my boyfriend.」
Lois just looked at her for further information.
「I said I would talk to Mrs. Gallagher first.」
***
Week in, week out. Counting by the week, time flies away really fast, but it is only a feeling. Time goes at a steady, measured pace, at the same speed, second by second, minute by minute, to eternity.
The day broke bright and gay that Sunday. Thanks to Mr. El Nino, the weather grew warmer now than before his visit. The whole winter last year, Central New Jersey didn't see much snow to the exhilaration of drivers and the disappointment of children.
Mrs. Gallagher stood before the window in the living-area of her condo. Besides two bedrooms and two baths, there was a big room the owner could divide into living-area and dining-area by putting the furniture where she thought fit. Beyond a counter was the kitchen area already furnished and the owner could do nothing to easily change it. She gazed out at the stretches of lawns dotted here and there with some small trees. Around every unit, especially under the windows, some shrubs and flowers were planted. The environment and the outside ornamentation made the unit owners and tenants feel like they were living in some sort of a garden with a swimming pool behind and a tennis court beside a clubhouse in which the dwellers could use the exercise equipment, play pool, ping-pong or cards, or watch a big-screened TV. On special occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, parties were thrown there and all the residents could take part and dance on the dance floor.
Mrs. Gallagher stood before her window, lost in contemplation. Her smile never faded these days, contrary to her sad expression last week and the week before last. The vacuum and void in her feelings was filled, but there was still a space left for the memory of her own daughter. When she had been caressing the part of the arm on Lois's body that once had been on her own daughter, she could not tell what feeling she had been experiencing then: the lamentable loss of her daughter, the satisfactory donation to save a young girl, or the realization and solace that a very small part of her own daughter was still alive on the body of another girl. Or mixed feelings. Let bygones be bygones, she told herself.
She made some changes in the arrangement of the furniture and decoration in her own daughter's bedroom in the hope that it would suit the taste of her new daughter. But as a matter of fact, she didn't know much about the taste of young girls. Even her own taste underwent a little change now from when she had been young herself. She had called her son in Ohio and told him the news. Her son and his wife had congratulated her and silently congratulated themselves, too, because they could have a clear consciousness now if they didn't come often to see their mother, since there was a new daughter to look after her and relieve them of the filial duties.
Mrs. Gallagher went shopping on Saturday. If she』d had enough money, she would have emptied the supermarket. She had literally filled her refrigerator to its capacity, leaving no space even for a cockroach to squeeze in. She had cleaned every corner of her small condo, leaving no dust in sight. She got up earlier than the sun on that day, making every desirable preparation for the party and from noon she began to cook. The food she got ready for dinner was enough to feed a small army. She thought that people with kungfu, just like athletes, would eat more than ordinary people, but she was wrong there. In the Chinese conventional conception, people who exercised chi could eat less food than those who didn't, because when exercising chi the metabolism was slow like in hibernation and therefore, these people needed a less supply of energy and calories.
Three cars pulled into the parking spaces near Mrs. Gallagher's condo. The invitees had arrived. Mrs. Gallagher stood outside the only door to the condo to welcome her guests, or relatives of some sort, not by blood. When all the guests were inside, she brought up the rear and closed the door behind her.
Now that Tricia had two adopted mothers, how could she differentiate when she wanted to call each of them? That was a little problem.
「Just like I say Auntie Louise, you can say Mom Louise and Mom Nancy. What do you think, Cousin Tricia?」 Alida made the suggestion that solved her problem.
「Good.」 Tricia patted her on the shoulder. 「You really have some wisdom in that pretty little head of yours.」 Alida smiled at the praise, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, tilting her head.
「Mom Nancy,」 Tricia said, 「this is my boyfriend Sam Dawson, but we won』t live together until we get married.」
The furniture in the living-area in Mrs. Gallagher's condo was simple. Two sofas were put opposite along the walls with end tables on both sides and coffee tables before each one. A glass cabinet stood against the wall facing the windows, with a set of fine china plates, dishes, cups and saucers on display. A big pot with an evergreen stood at the corner beside the window and a few small pots with roses in them under the window. In the dining-area there was a long dining table with six chairs around it, but today, since there were ten people, the table had been made longer by pulling two ends apart and putting a spare plank in the middle on the metal supporter. Four folding chairs were produced from the closet just beside the door. Sam and Tricia were the main helpers to do this. Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Chang offered to help in the kitchen area, but Mrs. Gallagher said that everything was ready and that if they really wanted to assist, they could put all the things on the table, which was now covered with a long white and ruddy checkered tablecloth. Lois, Sally and Alida sat on a long sofa, the latter two girls helping themselves to some candy on the coffee table before them. Mr. Lin and Mr. Chang were seated on another sofa, chattering about kungfu. When the dining table was laid and food appeared on it, the guests were invited to sit down at the table. Everyone got chopsticks as well as a fork. They could use whichever they were used to.
Sally took the chopsticks in her right hand and the fork in her left. 「I am used to practicing weapons with both hands,」 she said self-righteously. So she used both eating weapons to send food into her mouth, but only alternately, unable to do it simultaneously since she had only one mouth.
What Mrs. Gallagher cooked, or what her guests partook of, was something raw, something boiled, something baked, something stewed, something scrambled, something fried and something roasted.
「Do you want to stay here tonight?」 Mrs. Gallagher asked after she took Tricia to have a look at her bedroom. 「It's up to you.」 But she looked at Tricia expectantly, and a bit nervously, though she said nothing more.
Tricia was satisfied with the room. She was not a pernickety person. 「I'd like to,」 she replied, 「but how can I leave here for work tomorrow morning since I came here in Sam's car and he's not supposed to stay here for the night.」 She smiled at him archly. Sam was with her in the bedroom and offered to pick her tomorrow morning.
「That's very kind of you,」 Tricia thanked him, 「but I doubt you can keep your promise if your police duty calls.」
「Hope against the hopes that no duty calls. Keep your fingers crossed,」 he joked.
「I can drop you,」 said Mrs. Gallagher, 「if you think it's okay.」 So that was settled.
When they came back into the living-area, Sally said jestingly with a smile, 「You are a lucky dog, Tricia. You have two places to live and two mothers to love you.」 According to Chinese tradition, Tricia was born in the year of Dog. Tricia glowered at her in a vain attempt to show a furious and ferocious look on her face. Then she whispered into Sally's right ear, 「It's because I happen to have my skin in the same color as her daughter.」
***
Martha Fox came to see Lois after she was back home from the hospital. She just dropped in at the office. 「What's your illness? I didn't know that you were so sick and must be sent to the hospital, or I'd have gone there to visit you. Anything connected with the attack the other day?」 she asked and apologized for not showing her concern earlier.
「Don't worry. I am fine, but thank you anyway,」 said Lois with a polite smile. Seeing they were busy, Martha left soon without even making the seat on her buttocks warm.
「My instinct tells me that I don't like this woman,」 said Tricia. 「Everything about her looks like acting, phony.」
「I always trust people unless something turns up to denote that they are untrustworthy.」 That was Lois, born like that. No one could blame her for it.
A few days later, Martha called to ask Lois a favor. 「Hi, Lois, can you come to my rescue?」
「Anything serious happen to you?」 Lois wanted to know before she would say yes or no.
「Not serious,」 Martha breezed out.
「What is it?」 Lois asked doubtfully.
「I'm stranded in Brunswick Square, East Brunswick, right on Rt. 18 South.」
「What happened to your car?」
「It was stolen. When I came out from the mall after shopping, I could not find my car. Can you just pick me up and drop me at home? Oh, please.」 She sounded desperate.
「Okay, but wait for me outside the mall.」
「Thank you very much.」 She clicked off her cell phone.
「Can there be another ambush trap set up for you?」 Tricia voiced her suspicion.
「That was coincidence last time, I think,」 said Lois. 「I'll be okay, now that the poisoned part was removed from me.」
Half an hour later, Lois arrived at the mall parking lot and saw Martha roving impatiently before Macy's, carrying two shopping bags in her hand. Lois stopped her car alongside the curb before her and pushed down the emergency lights』 button for temporary standing. Martha opened the rear door and put her bags on the backseat, then she got into the passenger seat in front. Lois turned off the emergence lights and pulled away from the curb.
Martha directed Lois on how to get to South River. On the way, Martha thanked Lois over and over again for her time and the extra trip. While she was talking, she forgot to give directions so that Lois drove past a side street they were supposed to turn into. 「Stop, you passed it already,」 Martha cried from the next seat. Lois had to slow down to turn into a side street two blocks away, almost getting hit by another car from behind owing to her abrupt slow-down. Martha could not tell where to go now. 「I haven't lived here long, not familiar with this area yet,」 she confessed, looking sorry. Lois had to stop at the curb and take a map from the glove compartment and check the address on it.
At last they arrived at where Martha lived. Lois parked her car in front of the house behind a big brown Oldsmobile. Martha pressed Lois to come in for a drink, saying, 「You've never come to my house, ever since we began to strike up our friendship. Just step in to have a look to see how I live.」 She dragged Lois inside with one hand and carried two bags in the other. Lois reluctantly followed her inside. 「Will you come upstairs to see my bedroom?」 She didn't even release Lois's hand yet.
Out of politeness, Lois stayed there for ten minutes, then took her leave, apologizing, 「Next time, Martha. I'm really busy today.」 Martha saw her to the front door. When Lois got out, to her great surprise, she found that all four tires on her car were flat. Who could do this to me? she wondered. It seemed that she was always being followed, but she didn't see any suspicious car all the way here.
「You can use this Olds a friend of mine left here yesterday. She's traveling now and won't be back until next week,」 Martha offered. 「I'm not going anywhere today. I'll call you tomorrow to arrange how you'll return it to me. I may need it till I retrieve my Cadillac or buy a new one.」
Lois didn't want to stay here any longer, so she accepted Martha's offer and got into the big brown Oldsmobile. She would take care of her own car later.
She drove along Rt. 18 northbound. She was in the middle lane. When she wanted to change lanes to the left side, she noticed from her rearview mirror that two police cars were behind her, top lights flashing. She knew that she was not violating any traffic regulations. Anyway, she pulled to the right lane and stopped at the curb. The police cars stopped, too, one before her, the other behind her. Four policemen got out with drawn guns, slowly approaching her as if she were an armed robber just escaped from a bank.
They shouted, 「Stay where you are and don't move. Put your hands on the steering wheel where we can see them.」 She rolled down the window and waited in her seat. One police officer opened the door for her, ordering her to step out slowly. The other three policemen leveled their guns at her. The traffic was stopped. Lois was puzzled, but she did as she was ordered. Once out of the car, she put her hands behind her head automatically, without even receiving any order from the policemen, to show her cooperation. She was led away to the police car in front under the muzzles of the guns and put into the backseat with her hands cuffed behind her. Then the policemen searched her car. They took out a package from the trunk and opened it a little. There was a pound of white powder. They took it over and showed it to Lois. She was really stunned and gaped at the package. She never felt so stunned in her life. The package contained cocaine. The policemen dispersed the curious spectators and drove all three cars to the station.
***
Lois was led into an interrogation room and her handcuffs were removed. She sat at a long table waiting for someone to come to cross-question her. It was a new experience in her life. She was used to questioning other people. But everything has its first time. That was what just happened, though she could not believe it: she was being framed. Now she could imagine that when she had been in Martha's house, someone, an accomplice, had punctured all the tires of her car, and Martha had purposefully offered to lend her the Olds with the package of cocaine already in the truck. Then as she had left her house, Martha had called the police anonymously, or the police would not have overtaken her so quickly and wouldn't have even known that a drug package was in the car. Now it dawned on her that Martha had planned the ambush in the Menlo Park mall parking too. She did have a doubt at that time how these hoodlums could know that she was shopping--no, suspiciously forced to be a shopping companion--in that mall. Too much coincidence should have some reason in it. How could all four tires of her car become flat at the same time? It should be a premeditated step to put her in a position to have to drive the drug-laden Oldsmobile. She traced their acquaintance back to when she had traveled in China, which seemed to have been conspired, too, or the woman would not have stuck at her side like chewed gum on the sole of a shoe.
A detective came in. The routine began. She told him her name and occupation.
「Hmmm, a private eye.」 He said it with some irony in his voice. 「How did you get this package in the trunk of your car?」 He squinted at her with a smile looking like something went wrong with the tense muscles around his mouth and the smile could never go up to his eyes.
「That's not my car,」 Lois told him truthfully.
「I know, it's a stolen car,」 he said sarcastically. She told him everything about how she had got acquainted with the woman who called herself Martha Fox and how today she had needed a ride home and her own car had had suspicious flat tires and Martha had lent her this Oldsmobile she had claimed belonged to a friend of hers who had gone traveling. What a coincidence, she realized now, but not at that time.
The detective listened silently, but still looked dubious about what she was telling him. Then she asked, 「Can I make a phone call?」
「Sure. To your lawyer.」 He led her to a pay phone. She kept silent till she reached the phone and called Tricia, who called Sam immediately after she hung up on Lois.
Sam answered on his cell phone. 「Hi, Tricia, I'm on my way to north New Jersey. What's up?」
「Lois was framed for drug possession and detained at the station.」
「What happened?」 Sam asked. He wanted to make sure that he had heard correct the first time. Tricia filled him in briefly.
「Okay. I'm on my way back. Meet me at the station.」
Then Tricia called her Mom Louise, who called Mr. Lin and passed on the bad news.
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