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If any of them were to tell the authorities of this talk, we could be ruined!”
She wrestled her arm out of his grasp and pulled away, her face contorted in anger. “No one in this house will speak ill of me because they know what will happen to them if I find out. That is the difference between you and me. I command respect from my people because they fear me. They know I will destroy them.” She almost spat out her words in contempt. “You, they walk all over. The only reason you are where you are in the Party is because of me and my family. My grandparents marched with Mao, and my parents toiled at the bottom of the Party during the Cultural Revolution. Do not forget your place!”
Ho’s face grew red and his eyes narrowed. “Do not think, woman, that you are above reproach. There are a lot of people in the Party watching you. They see all the jewelry and the Mercedes Benz limousines. They see the lavish parties you throw and hear about your properties in Hong Kong. They, as am I, are aware of your scandalous affairs.” He waved a finger in her face. “When you find yourself on the outside of the Party, do not look to me to help you!”
Mei stared at him for a long moment, her anger growing. She was about to let him have it when she noticed the music had stopped and the house was silent. She turned and cocked her head and yelled, “Getto practicing! Pin, why are you letting her slouch off? Add another hour to her practice time.”
She turned back to Ho, who had moved across the room and was standing near the room’s entrance. “Do not concern yourself with my business, husband. Those petty minds in the Party who criticize me are of no concern. There have always been people who are jealous of my success. It hasn’t stopped me in the past, and it won’t stop me now. I see a great future for China and I’m going to be part of it!”
Ho studied her. “You won’t be a part of anything if you’re languishing in jail. You won’t be part of anything if you’re dead.”
E IGHT
T he seatbelt sign went off and the lights in the cabin lit up the whole plane as it came to a full stop. Passengers jumped to their feet and reached up to the overhead bins to retrieve their carry-on baggage. Cellphones started ringing and twenty-five conversations started at once. Jason sat patiently and let the majority of passengers debark the plane before he stood up.
As the plane slowly emptied, Jason grabbed his briefcase and followed the few remaining people off the plane. The pilot stood by the cockpit and said goodbye to every passenger.
Jason headed up the ramp to the terminal, studying the emails on his phone. As he exited the ramp, he glanced around to see any familiar faces. He made his way through the terminal and ended up standing in front of the baggage claim. Although he knew Crystal was in school, he had hoped Janine might pull her out to come greet him. He stopped and set his carry-on next to the baggage carousel. When I phoned her a few days ago from Shanghai, everything seemed to be going okay. I wish I had told her when we talked how much I missed her this last weekend and how anxious I am to see her again. Oh well, he thought, I guess I’ll see her outside.
As he stepped up and grabbed his baggage, his cellphone rang. He recognized the number of Debbie, his ex-wife. He immediately felt anxious and scolded himself. Why do you do this to yourself? Get over her. She’s not calling to beg you to take her back. Nor do you want her to.
“Hello?” Jason answered in a croaky voice. His throat had gone unusually dry.
“Hi, Jason, it’s Debbie. We need to talk.”
He cleared his throat and kept walking. “Okay, go ahead, I’m listening.”
She immediately started screaming and he had to hold the phone away from his ear. “Crystal has called me nearly in tears every day since you’ve been gone. She’s so miserable she can barely stand it. You left her with that slut girlfriend of yours. That was your
She wrestled her arm out of his grasp and pulled away, her face contorted in anger. “No one in this house will speak ill of me because they know what will happen to them if I find out. That is the difference between you and me. I command respect from my people because they fear me. They know I will destroy them.” She almost spat out her words in contempt. “You, they walk all over. The only reason you are where you are in the Party is because of me and my family. My grandparents marched with Mao, and my parents toiled at the bottom of the Party during the Cultural Revolution. Do not forget your place!”
Ho’s face grew red and his eyes narrowed. “Do not think, woman, that you are above reproach. There are a lot of people in the Party watching you. They see all the jewelry and the Mercedes Benz limousines. They see the lavish parties you throw and hear about your properties in Hong Kong. They, as am I, are aware of your scandalous affairs.” He waved a finger in her face. “When you find yourself on the outside of the Party, do not look to me to help you!”
Mei stared at him for a long moment, her anger growing. She was about to let him have it when she noticed the music had stopped and the house was silent. She turned and cocked her head and yelled, “Getto practicing! Pin, why are you letting her slouch off? Add another hour to her practice time.”
She turned back to Ho, who had moved across the room and was standing near the room’s entrance. “Do not concern yourself with my business, husband. Those petty minds in the Party who criticize me are of no concern. There have always been people who are jealous of my success. It hasn’t stopped me in the past, and it won’t stop me now. I see a great future for China and I’m going to be part of it!”
Ho studied her. “You won’t be a part of anything if you’re languishing in jail. You won’t be part of anything if you’re dead.”
E IGHT
T he seatbelt sign went off and the lights in the cabin lit up the whole plane as it came to a full stop. Passengers jumped to their feet and reached up to the overhead bins to retrieve their carry-on baggage. Cellphones started ringing and twenty-five conversations started at once. Jason sat patiently and let the majority of passengers debark the plane before he stood up.
As the plane slowly emptied, Jason grabbed his briefcase and followed the few remaining people off the plane. The pilot stood by the cockpit and said goodbye to every passenger.
Jason headed up the ramp to the terminal, studying the emails on his phone. As he exited the ramp, he glanced around to see any familiar faces. He made his way through the terminal and ended up standing in front of the baggage claim. Although he knew Crystal was in school, he had hoped Janine might pull her out to come greet him. He stopped and set his carry-on next to the baggage carousel. When I phoned her a few days ago from Shanghai, everything seemed to be going okay. I wish I had told her when we talked how much I missed her this last weekend and how anxious I am to see her again. Oh well, he thought, I guess I’ll see her outside.
As he stepped up and grabbed his baggage, his cellphone rang. He recognized the number of Debbie, his ex-wife. He immediately felt anxious and scolded himself. Why do you do this to yourself? Get over her. She’s not calling to beg you to take her back. Nor do you want her to.
“Hello?” Jason answered in a croaky voice. His throat had gone unusually dry.
“Hi, Jason, it’s Debbie. We need to talk.”
He cleared his throat and kept walking. “Okay, go ahead, I’m listening.”
She immediately started screaming and he had to hold the phone away from his ear. “Crystal has called me nearly in tears every day since you’ve been gone. She’s so miserable she can barely stand it. You left her with that slut girlfriend of yours. That was your
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