again. They were a family now, Bashi and Nini and the baby.
The fish soup was steaming hot on the table, the two bowls of rice looking invitingly delicious; the fried tofu and steamed sausages and pickled bean sprouts all beckoned to her rumbling stomach. This was her first supper with Bashi, and she had gone to great lengths to make it a special meal. She picked up one chopstick and dipped it into the soup and then sucked it. The taste made her hungrier, yet she dared not steal a bite, for fear that it would bring bad luck to the life she would share with Bashi from now on.
It had been a while since Bashi left, and she wondered how long it would take for him to return with news about her sisters. Could he have bumped into her parents or other suspecting adults? Would they ask him where she was? Nini wiggled her toes, which were falling asleep, and looked up at the ceiling. There were no eyes watching her, and she picked up the chopsticks and caught a slice of ginger from the fish soup. That led to another ginger slice and then a small bite of the fish, from under its belly. The tender flesh cheered her up—why should she care about a future she had no control over? If indeed there was heavenly justice, she would be heading to hell-she had destroyed the lives of Little Fourth and Little Fifth, and she'd better enjoy her own while she still could. Nini took another bite, and then another. When she had finished a whole fish, she wrapped up the bones in an old newspaper and threw them into the flames in the stove. The remaining fish looked lonesome, and she wondered if it was one more sign of misfortune for her, as married couples should do everything in twos.
A strange smell came from the stove, reminding Nini of her father's sheepskin hat that had been shoveled into the belly of the stove under their bed at home; it was Little Fourth and Little Fifth who had dreamed up this mischief, for reasons that Nini didn't understand, but it was Nini who had received a good beating on their behalf, her back swollen for a week afterward.
Nini poked the burning fish bones with the iron tongs but the nauseating odor became stronger. She went into the bedroom and rummaged through the closet and chest of drawers, and found nothing but an old bottle of floral water that must have belonged to Bashi's grandmother, the green liquid already sticky. She opened the lid and poured a small amount in her palm, and was horrified by the pungent fragrance condensed by years of sitting in the bottle. It made her sneeze.
Nini put her hand under running water for a long time and then sniffed her palm. It was less noticeable. She was relieved when she found half an orange left next to Bashi's pillow. She peeled one slice and sucked it while putting the rest of the orange into the fire. The fire engulfed the half orange and soon the room was filled with a more pleasant smell.
Someone knocked on the gate. She turned off the light in the room and slipped out of the house and into the storage cabin. The pounding of something metal on the thin wooden gate frightened Nini. Soon these people would come in, devils sent by her parents to destroy her hope of a happy life, and Bashi was not here to protect her; soon they would drag her away from this house and put her back into the jail run by her parents.
“Hello, what are you doing to my gate?”
Out of gratitude Nini almost wept when she heard Bashi's voice.
“Are you Lu Bashi?”
“I don't know any other Lu Bashi in my life.”
“Then come with us.”
“Where to?”
“You'll know when you get there.”
“That sounds exciting,” Bashi said. “But I can't go with you just now. I have more important business to deal with.”
“Be disappointed, then,” the man said. “Nothing is more important tonight than coming with us.”
Something metal was shaken outside.
“Are the handcuffs real? I remember I had a toy pair when I was this small,” Bashi said.
“Try them on.”
“Sorry, but I would rather be the one to cuff others,” said Bashi. “What are you here for?”
“You know better than we do.”
“I truly can't think of anything I've done wrong.”
“Well, you can keep thinking about it when we get to the station.”
Nini thought about opening the gate and dragging Bashi in before the men registered her existence. She could bolt the gate from the inside, and by the time the men broke it down she and Bashi would be gone from the yard, the house, and this world of horrors.
“But I'm busy tonight. Can I come tomorrow morning?”
A man grunted. “Look here. Do you know what this is? Can you read?”
“Arrest order. Now what is that for?”
“Well, let's go. I've never seen a person who talks as much as you.”
“Please, brothers, give me a hint. Is it because of a girl? Do you know if this has anything to do with a girl?”
“A girl!” the men said, laughing. “Did you get lost in your own wet dreams to think that we would come to get you because of a girl?”
“So it's not girl-related,” Bashi said.
Her parents, after all, did not care about her enough to go through the trouble to find her, Nini thought. Perhaps they would celebrate their good fortune in her loss.
The men again urged Bashi to go with them.
“Wait a second. Comrades, you are very gracious. Do you want to give me a minute to get a few things settled
