Kenneth not too impressed when I tell him ’bout Miss Cicely’s plan. Seem she already explain it all to him and he already done tell her he not doing it, but she not listening to him.
‘I ain’t no shopkeeper! What you people trying to do to me?’
‘Is not me, Kenneth, believe me. I only doing it because it what Miss Cicely ask me to do to try put you on some decent path. She worried ’bout you, that’s all.’
‘She not worried ’bout me. Since when she worried ’bout anything apart from the good Lord? I dunno what she doing with you, man, but I don’t need nobody come put me on any path. I got my own path already.’
Well, I think to myself, Kenneth on the path to hell that is for sure. Not that I got any room to talk.
After a couple of week him show up down the shop and say him going give the supermarket thing a go. Turn out Miss Cicely threaten to throw him outta the house, so Ethyl tell me anyway. And even though Louis DeFreitas him big buddy, Kenneth not so keen to go live in West Kingston without him tennis court and swimming pool and maids. So him make a deal with his mother and he turn up to me.
But even though I try and try, I can’t do nothing with Kenneth. Him show up at eight o’clock in the morning but then him gone by ten. Sometime him no come till four o’clock in the afternoon, and when I ask him where he been he just tell me it none of my business. Every job I give him to do he leave half done, or later I find out that he get Milton or Desmond to finish it for him. Then it start happen regular that I get a telephone call from this hotel or another say they nuh get no delivery, and it turn out that Kenneth just leave the van somewhere when him take off to go do something for DeFreitas. Even if I give him a job in the office he can’t do it properly. He make mistakes, and he do things untidy, and he talk bad to the customers, but he don’t care. I talk to him and talk to him but it nuh make no difference.
All this time I am putting my back into this because I can see it a way for us to get outta the other business, which we need to because just like Zhang say, people feel different these days ’bout the protection. They still paying it, but they got some feeling ’bout it. Plus with all the violence and trouble, the pai-ke-p’iao is slowing because people nuh feel like gambling away their money when the future so uncertain. Then the chicken thing just stop because the Chinaman go get himself arrested. And the business with the girls never pay so good anyway because I always feel bad ’bout taking away them hard-earned living.
We still got the navy surplus even though Bill long gone and we been through I can’t remember how many sergeants since then. And we making money from surplus off the hotel construction sites and damaged goods off the docks. In truth, though, it was the hotel business that was really keeping things together. And now Miss Cicely give us a chance to clean up and do things legal and we had to make it work.
But then everything sorta overtake me because the shooting was still going on. It get so bad that on Sunday 2 October 1966 the government declare a State of Emergency in Western Kingston. And in the middle of all this Kenneth get shot. Him never even make it to the hospital. Him just lay there in the street and bleed to death because it took five hours before the police get the situation under control enough to go pick up the wounded.
The first thing I hear about it is when Fay yelling and screaming at me down the telephone ’bout how it all my fault her little brother get killed. That she dunno how I involved in it but she sure it must be me. Kenneth a good boy from a good family just starting to make his way, and now, thanks to me, him dead. She just screaming at me and crying and blubbering so half the time I can’t understand a word she saying, except I get something ’bout how she not going let me kill Karl as well. The way she talking to me is like she think I take the gun and shoot Kenneth myself.
I jump in the car and drive up to Lady Musgrave Road. Miss Cicely sitting on the veranda, so I go up to her and I kneel down on the tile floor in front of her, on both knees, and I say to her, ‘Miss Cicely, I am so sorry. I just hear about what happen to Kenneth.’
She look down at me and I see how her eyes red from crying, and then she take my two hands and hold them in hers. Her hands fat and warm and comforting.
‘It is not your fault, Philip. I know you did your best. Kenneth was not a good boy. We tried. What more can we do? This is just the Lord’s way of punishing me for all the things that I should have done and didn’t do, and all the things I did that I should have thought better of. This is for me to ponder, not for you to blame yourself.’
After that, everybody start worry ’bout what Fay going to do, because even though Ethyl come tell us a long time since ’bout the letter Fay send to her brother in England nobody really pay it no mind. But now with this Kenneth thing we think maybe we should be taking things a bit more serious.
Judge Finley say to me, ‘You think she going try take the children with her when she go to England?’
‘She can’t do that! How she going do that? Xiuquan fourteen and Mui eleven, and there is not a man alive going help her do a thing like that. Not any man that want to keep on breathing that is. And sure as hell is hell Fay can’t pull off a thing like that on her own.’
‘Well maybe we should just take some precaution anyway.’
So we decide that Milton and Desmond going take it in turn to watch the children all the time them outta the house. The children don’t like it but I tell them it for their own good.
Mui say, ‘But we still got to go to school and go see Father Michael.’
And I say OK, but the men going wait for them right outside and when they come outta school or Bishop’s Lodge they got to come straight home with Milton or Desmond. And they agree.
A couple of month later Clifton go up to Miami to see Margy Lopez. This is what she start call herself within weeks of being in Florida. The first time she write it in a letter to me I have to ask her on the telephone, ‘What this Margy thing? How you pronouncing that? Is it Margy like in Marge?’
‘No, Uncle, the “g” not soft like that. It hard like in Marguerite. Margy.’
Anyway, all this time she been living up there she been staying with some of Clifton family. They make a good home for her and now she nineteen she want go to college. I got all the money Charles Meacham been paying every month and I give it to Clifton to take up there with him. Because even though they got all sort of currency restriction they not going search a policeman boarding the plane.
I say to him, ‘Is you that keep her outta jail that night and put her on the plane to Miami.’
And him smile and say to me, ‘We lucky we didn’t all end up in jail that night.’
As soon as Clifton get up there Margy telephone me to say thank you.
‘So what you going study at college then?’
‘Cosmetics.’
‘Cosmetics?’
‘You know, lipstick and powder and face cream and such.’
‘They got college course for that?’
‘They got college courses for everything, Uncle.’
Two days after Clifton gone Milton screech the car up outside the shop and come running in like him tail on fire.
‘She take them. She done take them right out from under me.’
‘What you talking ’bout?’
‘She take them. Miss Fay. She take them.’
I start grab Milton and shake him and slap him a bit to try get some sense outta him till Judge Finley step between us and ease me back. Then I just start spin ’round on the spot because I can’t think and I dunno what to do. Hampton put him hand on my shoulder and rest me into a chair.
Finley go over to the telephone and dial the Wong house. Ethyl answer the phone and tell him that Fay not there but she get Miss Daphne for him if he want and him say yes. When Daphne come to the phone she don’t want talk to Finley, she want talk to me.
‘Fay isn’t here, Pao. She went to England this afternoon and she took the children with her.’ I don’t say nothing because I can’t understand what I think I hear her saying to me.
Then I hear her say, ‘Are you there? Pao. Are you still there?’ I just sitting there holding the receiver.
Finley take it from me and say into it, ‘Miss Daphne, it is me, Finley. I wonder if you could kindly tell me what is happening because we not making any sense of it at this end.’
