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July 1953
“So then - then, Jun kicked him in the vital regions!”
The kick of demonstration was so forceful it nearly bowled Yong Su over backward. He caught himself against a wall, laughing. Lan Yueh, in spite of herself, pressed a hand over her mouth to hold in a chuckle. “And he didn’t come back for twenty years! So you see, we really did teach her how to do that.”
Lan Yueh remembered, vaguely, that they had been arguing about his latest outrageous claim. “Even if she didn’t actually do it for years and years and years?”
“Even then...” Yong Su trailed off, staring up at the ceiling with an expression of reflection so meditative as to seem farcical. “I shouldn’t talk about that any more, should I.”
“No.” Lan Yueh only realized afterward that she had no idea what her no meant. Of course she knew what her no ought to mean, things being how they were. It wasn’t good diplomacy to laugh about how hard a time Francis Bonnefoy was having right now with the Vietnam sisters, let alone Yong Su’s twin brother’s counterattack on him nearly a century ago, before Yong Jun and Yong Su became North and South. Not when the ink was hardly dry on the ceasefire.
Yong Su, still staring upward began a slow slide to the floor. He smelled of kimchi and liquor; the reasoning he gave for his intoxication was celebration over the ceasefire, but Lan Yueh suspected better, or rather she suspected worse. “I think he likes me now. Likes me better than Jun, anyway. And better than he likes Ivan Braginsky, and Gege, and I shouldn’t call him that anymore so I won’t.”
“Then don’t.” She could think after all of a number of reasons why he “shouldn’t.” Even the language in which he said “elder brother” in this case was a lingering (though most likely habitual) concession to Wang Yao’s long-lost suzerainty.
“My real brother used to say, stay away from foreigners. He used to say, look at what they did to Gege -”
“You said you wouldn’t call him that anymore.”
“I didn’t call him that. Jun called him that. And he would say, look at what they did to him when he let them in. He’d say, Su, do you want them to cut you up? Do you want them to poison you, leave you craving their poison? And then he met Ivan when he ran off once and dropped in on that guy who’s his boss now, and it was my turn to warn him, wasn’t it? But I didn’t.”
“When the dogs leave,” said Lan Yueh, slowly, “the pigs come in.”
“Pigs and more pigs,” Yong Su muttered. He’d reached the floor by now. His hand moved along the boards, perhaps searching for the half-empty bottle of rice liquor. By now Lan Yueh had discreetly slipped the bottle onto the table behind her back, along with the half-full cup he’d set down when he embarked on the politically troublesome tale of Bonnefoy’s ill-fated little invasion. As if hearing her thoughts, he asked, “You tried the soju, right? Better than Japan’s, right?”
He’d asked her much the same question several times over the past few hours. Once again she said “I tried it.” Her own cup had a strategic amount remaining at the bottom; if she quietly disposed of the entire cupful, he’d rush to refill it.
“I knew it,” he said, as though she’d answered that his alcohol was indeed superior to Japan’s. Perhaps he imagined she had.
She tried to think of how to get his mind off further drinking and found herself saying as though drunk herself “When I went back to Yao-gege’s house I was so happy.” At first, a treacherous part of her whispered. So happy at first.
“I’m happy,” said Yong Su as vehemently as though she’d suggested otherwise. “I’m happy too.”
“Yes. So am I.”
“I’m free.”
“So am I.”
“I’m independent.”
She couldn’t very well claim that. It was hard to remember a time when she hadn’t lived in someone else’s house and now even though she had her own, one that Alfred Jones was helping her build, her boss said it was going to be temporary. Instead she said “And you’re independent of your brother too, aren’t you?”
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