Uncle Stanley’s house is small but he has made us welcome and Mama says we should be grateful, which I am because otherwise we would not have anywhere else to live in England where it seems I must stay for the time being anyway.
I was not so happy about it at first which is partly why I did not write to you because Mama said you knew all about us coming to England so I was cross with you, and I only wrote to my papa instead. But I am not cross any more. England is not too bad. It seems OK. And since I miss you I thought I would write. Our parish priest is not like you. He is a very serious old man who I don’t think likes children very much.
I have a favour to ask. Could you please ask my papa why he has not written back to me? Maybe he did not get my letter because I just wrote Yang Pao, Matthews Lane, Kingston, Jamaica because I did not know the post office box number.
I would be grateful if you could tell me his answer when you write back with all your news.
Love
Mui
I fold the letter and put it back in the envelope.
‘I didn’t know about her taking the children. Honestly, Pao. She asked me to go with her but there was no mention of the children and I never dreamed that she would do as she did. It was not in my reckoning. If Fay had mentioned it to me I would have counselled her to think again about the whole enterprise. You must believe me.’
‘Is alright. I believe you, Michael. I know Fay taking the children hurt you almost as much as it hurt me. Maybe just as much, I don’t know. Thank you for sharing this with me though.’ And I hand the letter back to him. ‘It means a lot to me to think that Mui write to me even if I never get the letter. But how come Fay let her write all of that to yu?’
‘The envelope was sealed in the way you see and Fay simply enclosed it in her own letter to me.’
I think to myself so he get one letter from her and he reply and now he get another letter and god knows how many others in between. I take a deep breath but I don’t say nothing ’bout it.
‘So yu going give me Stanley’s address so Morrison can go see what he can see?’
‘I will, Pao, under two conditions. Firstly, that George Morrison does not make contact with anyone in Stanley’s household including, obviously, Fay and the children. I do not want it exposed that I have given the address to you. Secondly, that you do not write to Mui at that address until we have worked out the best, most discreet way for you to communicate with them. I don’t think that you writing to Stanley’s address would be advisable.’
‘So what return address yu think Mui give in the letter she send to me if it not Stanley’s address?’
‘I do not know, but neither do I understand why you have not received her letter. I would have thought that most postal workers in Kingston would have found the way she addressed it sufficient without need for a post office box number.’
I nuh understand what Michael is saying to me. And then I get it. He think the letter never get mailed. And when I think ’bout how angry Fay was with me and how she nuh want me to have nothing to do with the children I reckon maybe Michael got a point. Maybe Fay never send the letter. So I agree to him two conditions and him give me the address he already write on a piece of thin card him take outta him pocket.
Three weeks later Michael tell me that he been in touch with Fay and she agree for me to write to the children but she have a condition. She say I can write as many letters as I want but I must not say anything that criticise or undermine her. That I must not interfere with anything that she doing in England, especially if it involve the children, and I must not make any plan to take the children back to Jamaica. She bring the children to England for their safety and she don’t want them taken back to no war zone like the way Jamaica is. And if she suspect that I doing any of them things, even if she get the slightest whiff, she going move house and I never hear from any of them again.
‘That is some strong threat she making there,’ I say to Michael. But him just sit there. Well, I negotiate enough deals to know that take-it-or-leave-it look on a man face. And the truth is I can’t do nothing ’bout what Fay doing in England anyway, even though I reckon she must have do it illegally because I can’t understand how she can take the children outta the country like that when she not got no divorce. Still, I reckon she doing what she think best for them so why would I want to criticise her for that? Jamaica is a war zone. The children safer in England, that is true. And as far as her threat ’bout moving house and disappearing go, the children getting older all the time so she can’t enforce that even if she want to. Mui eleven now and Fay can’t stop her. So the situation what it is. Like Miss Cicely say, ‘What is done is done,’ and the best thing I can do is try to take a positive view for the children sake.
So I say alright to Michael. I think the whole thing help Michael feel better ’bout himself that he able to fix something after all the guilt he have over Xiuquan and the telephone call and him too stupid not to ever think that Fay would take the children with her. I think he feel that he make amends now, and I think I feel it too.
The only problem I got is that George Morrison already leave for Scotland and the last thing I want now is for Fay to look outta some window and see Morrison standing there ’cross the street. That would make her convinced for sure that I was up to something. And worse, that I go break my word to her. But no matter how much I ring and ring the telephone number Morrison give me I can’t get no answer. The days ticking by and I thinking any minute now this thing going turn into another calamity.
In between telephoning George I start wondering what I going write in this here letter. What can I tell them ’bout things because in truth everything here is a mess. Unemployment, poverty, shortages, violence. The foreigners own all of the bauxite and aluminium industry, more than half the sugar industry, well over half of the tourist industry and a big chunk of the new manufacturing industry. So no matter how hard the people work the foreigners still taking out the profit and Jamaica not got no capital to invest in herself. She still the slave working to make the masa rich.
So I think to myself what future Mui and Xiuquan really got here? Next thing you know Xiuquan mix up with some bad element and him end up dead just like Kenneth Wong, because after all the commotion die down over the bow and arrow what I discover was that it wasn’t the first time. Xiuquan been taking stuff from all over town without paying for it. That night was just the first time anybody catch him. And afterwards Ethyl tell me that when him up Lady Musgrave Road Xiuquan following after Kenneth any chance him get. So maybe he was heading that way.
And what ’bout Mui? What kinda life is waiting for her back here? When my brother leave Jamaica him tell me he wanted to be more than a Chinaman in Chinatown. And Mui deserve better than that too. She too smart to come back here and follow in my footsteps. So maybe Fay right after all. I sit down and I write.
Dear Mui,
My heart warmed when I heard from Father Michael that you had written to me even though I never received your letter. I am also glad to hear that you are well and school is good. Perhaps you should try harder to make friends with the other children. They may not be used to meeting such a very smart and loving Jamaican girl like you.
All is well here. Everybody misses you and send their love – Zhang, Ma, Hampton, Finley and everyone. And even though I am very sad that you are not here with me I think perhaps your mama is right that England is a better place for you right now so that you can grow up peacefully without all of this trouble we have down here.
And then I stop writing and I think should I be writing to the two of them? Or maybe I should write a separate letter to Xiuquan? But what play on my mind all the time is that he knew. He knew and he plan and plot with Fay so she could do what she done. He never even give me a chance to see if I could make it up with Fay and keep this family together. He just go ahead and let the three of them take off.
I think to myself I know two Yang Xiuquan, and both of them betray me. One with the tales him tell to Zhang, and the other one with the plotting he do with Fay. And both of them leave me. One to become a farmer in America and the other one to follow his mother to England. So maybe it was a mistake me naming the boy Xiuquan. Maybe Fay was right when she decide to just start call him Karl.
So I finish the letter.
