"Every year Shaoyi wrote to his family in Beijing, hoping that they would be able to get him assigned to a work unit in the capital and get him a residency permit. But when the government saw he had a wife and child in the countryside, they ignored the applications and even the bribes. To our government he had become a country bumpkin like me. Each year he became thinner and quieter. He developed ulcers and arthritis. Every winter I wondered if his lungs, which had been so damaged during his confinement, would finally fail. I made him tea with ginger and onions. I held his head over steamed vinegar to clear the congestion. But every night he coughed. When his sputum turned from green to red, I knew there wasn't much time left. The barefoot doctor prescribed a tonic, but he died anyway. For too many years he had eaten bitterness." "I'm sorry."
"Sorry is not the word I want to hear," Suchee said. "Then what do you want? For me to make it up to you? I'm trying…"
"I'm glad you came for Miaoshan. And yes, that will help me. But I'm thinking of something else tonight. Despite all that happened, I know we were good friends. As I look back over the years, I can remember others. Madame Tsai on the next farm has always been free-spoken with me. Tang Dan's wife was also good and funny when we worked in the fields. She is dead many years now, but I will always remember her. But you were my closest friend."
"I feel the same way," Hulan admitted. "I have not had other friends since you."
"Then why did you report us?" Suchee implored. "It would have been so easy to look the other way."
"In those days I didn't believe in a one-eye-open, one-eye-closed policy-"
"No! You said those things and then you ran away. It's the same with your foreigner now."
"It's not," Hulan said. "David's trying to make me into something I'm not. He's trying to control me." But even to Hulan's ears these words rang hollow.
Suchee pressed her advantage, confronting her old friend on her weaknesses. "You accuse us and then you are gone. You meet your foreigner in America and then you run away from him. You come back here and work in the Ministry of Public Security, knowing, I think, that no one will be your friend if you do that job. And then you meet your foreigner again. You are together long enough to get pregnant. He wants you to come to him. Even if we don't admit it, every single person in China would like to leave. You have that opportunity handed to you-"
"You're twisting what happened-"
"And you decide to stay here," Suchee forged on. "So he comes to you. Here is what I think happens: You are seeing a future before you. You are thinking you will be happy. One minute later-not even long enough for the sun to go around the earth-you have turned things into bitterness, so that now you run away again. It is easier for you to be alone by your own actions than to be left by others-"
Suddenly a flashlight beam crossed the window opening. "Hulan! Hulan! Are you here?" David's voice called out.
Never had Hulan been so happy to hear his voice. Across the table, Suchee kept her eyes steady on Hulan, taking in her friend's reaction.
"You can run away from what I've said here," Suchee said in a low voice, "but it won't change the truth of it."
"If all you say is true, then why have you stayed my friend?"
"I don't know that I have," Suchee answered truthfully.
"Then why did you write to me?"
"Because I needed to know what happened to my child. I thought that if you had any decency, you would come-"
"Hulan!" David cried out again. "Are you here? Is anyone here?"
Suchee stood. "He's come for you," she said. "This must mean he loves you very much. And I can tell you love him or else you wouldn't be so tormented." She crossed to the threshold, looked back at Hulan almost in sympathy, then stepped outside. A moment later Hulan heard Suchee greet David in almost incomprehensible English. "Hello. I am Ling Suchee. Hulan is inside house."
Hulan covered her face with her hands, willed her heart to slow down, and tried to compose a look that would not betray her feelings. Suchee had distorted the facts, but that didn't make them any less painful to hear. Hulan heard David say her name. She took a breath, uncovered her eyes, and looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
"Where's Suchee?" she asked.
"Outside with Investigator Lo."
Hulan let the implications of that sink in. Vice Minister Zai must have told Lo about this place. She said, "I'm sorry."
"Me too."
Ignoring everything that Suchee had implied, Hulan said, "I'm not used to anyone telling me what to do. I reacted badly."
David sat down opposite her. "What about me? The words I spoke came from someone else. I'm not like that, Hulan."
"I know."
"This is a big change for both of us. Can we just leave it at that? Put this behind us and start again?"
"I'd like to." The relief Hulan heard in her voice embarrassed her. She eyed David to see if he'd noticed. He had. She watched him struggle with what to do next. Would they fight? Would they need to have an American-style discussion of feelings? Or would he stay true to his suggestion of "putting this behind them"? As for herself, she wondered if she'd be able to have a discussion of any sort. She had run away. Admitting that allowed the rest of Suchee's words to skitter around in Hulan's brain like free radicals. She needed time to give them form, to shove them out or accept them. She saw David studying her and realized that, as usual, he was calculating how much she could take before she shut down or ran away. Just as she felt another rise in panic, David seemed to come to a conclusion of his own.
He cleared his throat and said, "Driving out here, I thought about what you said about the factory. If it's true – "
"It is." These words sounded weak, as though she'd lost a great battle. Again Hulan saw the wariness in David's eyes. "I have to trust what you saw," he cautiously went on. "Still, what you've told me doesn't jibe with how I experienced Henry Knight. He thinks he's doing good for these people, paying them well, providing housing. Beyond that, he said several times that his employees haven't had serious injuries. Have you seen anyone else get hurt?"
Apart from her own little scrapes, Hulan had to admit that she hadn't.
"So Xiao Yang's injury and suicide could have been a totally random thing."
"Except that Peanut said that when women get hurt, they disappear."
"For now let's just say they're fired, okay?" David said. Hulan could sense the emotions of the last hour falling away as he became caught up in Knight International's problems. "That still leaves the alleged injuries. To me this suggests a flaw in the design or that some part of the manufacturing process is inherently dangerous."
"Those machines are dangerous."
"But you could say that about every piece of machinery on the planet," he said. "The issue then changes from one about injuries to what happens if an employee gets hurt. And again, I have a hard time believing the Knights are irresponsible employers because I saw the way Henry reacted over that woman's death. I don't think he could have made that up. If he is, then he's putting on an incredible act."