Wild Ginger Part 11

"You two ... fit."

"What do you mean?"

"You make a good pair."

"He possesses a strange power. It is hard for me to fight it. He almost made me drink poison."

"Would you?"

She smiled. It was splendid. "I have made my commitment-Chairman Mao comes first."

"Then why do you fool around?"

"I wish I knew the answer. Part of me just can't resist Evergreen. I know I'm playing with fire. But I'm on guard. I have you, the fire extinguisher, on hand."

I wanted to point out that she was selfish, but instead I said flatly, "It was quite educational."

She giggled. "Was it your first time seeing a man's body?"

"A woman's body too, besides my own."

"That ... thing, his instrument, is rather ugly, isn't it?" I stood up, feeling uncomfortable. "I must leave now, Wild Ginger."

"May I count on you next time Evergreen is here?"

I tried to gather my courage to reject her.

"Oh, please." She threw herself at me, arms wrapped around my neck. "I have no one else."

"It'll be the last time."

"All right, the last time."

I was reluctant to get up the next day. I felt dispirited. Thankfully, it was Sunday. I stayed in bed until noon. My mother thought that I was coming down with something. She sent my sister Erh-Mei to the market to buy ginger so she could make soup for me. It took Erh-Mei a long time to get back.

"What took so long?" Mother asked her in a whisper, a.s.suming that I was asleep.

"There was a parade," Erh-Mei reported.

"Don't tell me the Red Guards are trying to teach the zoo dance again."

"That is exactly what's going on. By the way, Mama, it's Zhong Zhong dance. 'Zhong,' for loyalty, not 'zoo.' You can get yourself in serious trouble if you misp.r.o.nounce the word. They will name you a reactionary and treat you like Mrs. Pei." dance. 'Zhong,' for loyalty, not 'zoo.' You can get yourself in serious trouble if you misp.r.o.nounce the word. They will name you a reactionary and treat you like Mrs. Pei."

"Well, I just won't say that word again."

"I am afraid that you have to. The Zhong dance in structors are coming to teach in this neighborhood this week. Everyone has to show up. It's a public service you must attend. It's going to take up the whole week. The bosses at your work units have already been notified. All the workers will be given the work time to partic.i.p.ate in the dance."

"I'll take the time to sneak home," Mother said.

"No, you will be punished if you do that," Erh-Mei warned. "There will be a performance at the end of the learning session. If you don't pa.s.s, your loyalty toward Chairman Mao will be questioned."

"But I can't dance! I have never danced in my life!"

"It's not a matter of can or can't dance. It's a matter of showing loyalty toward Chairman Mao. It's a matter of showing that all the people in the neighborhood are mobilized. We sing in one voice and dance in one style. It's a political demonstration to our enemies domestic and international. There is a compet.i.tion among districts, and the instructors are already feeling very pressured."

"Who are these people anyway?"

"The Maoists."

"Well, to teach me to dance would be like teaching a mute to sing."

"You are lucky, Mama. The instructors are Maple's best friends, Wild Ginger and Evergreen. They'll let you take all the time you need. It might be fun."

"Yeah. And my old face will have no place to hide. Just to think about it shortens my life."

"If you are really embarra.s.sed, there is a trick. You can ask to play the sunflower. That way, your face will always be behind the flower head."

I didn't feel any better after the ginger soup, so I decided to take a walk. Throwing on my jacket, I went out the door. After a few blocks I turned into Red Sun Park. The mid-March weather was warm. The park was full of pink peach blossoms, thick and cloudlike. The ground was carpeted with petals.

I lay down on a bench. Petals gently snowed down on my face. The sun's rays streamed through the branches. To avoid the sun, I turned my face to the side toward a bamboo pavilion. To my surprise, I saw a familiar figure sitting inside. I sat up to make sure. "Evergreen!" My voice betrayed me.

It was was he. He waved. He was in the same blue sportswear. he. He waved. He was in the same blue sportswear.

"Don't tell me you are zoo dancing here!" I tried to be funny. I didn't know what else to say. I didn't know if I should move toward him or back out of the park. I thought about his naked back, his firm b.u.t.tocks. I got up to walk toward him, but my feet became tangled. I felt that he somehow knew I had spied on him.

"Oh, I am taking a break here." He stood up to greet me. "I am tired of teaching the dances."

"Why don't you do that at home?" I decided just to stay where I was. We stood about fifteen feet away from each other. The distance was awkward for conversation but it comforted me.

"Well, I'm drafted constantly from my house."

"You mean Wild Ginger?"

He laughed. "No one escapes her."

I tried to figure out the meaning between his lines.

"You look deadly serious, Maple, like a party secretary. Come over, sit down. Let's have a chat, please."

"I..." I looked around as if trying to find a clock. "I'm late. I have to get going."

"Where?"

"A ... drugstore. My mother is waiting for me."

"If you are in such a hurry, why did you even come to the park?"

I lost the courage to keep lying. "All right, I am not in a hurry."

"Come on, I haven't seen you for a long time. You must tell me how you have been and you might be curious about how I've been."

I saw you, heard you, and talked about you almost daily, my mind's voice said.

"Tell me something, talk to me, Maple," he said, looking at me.

The image of his naked body kept surfacing in front of my eyes.

"I've been doing fine," I said dryly.

"Have you been with Wild Ginger lately?"

I went silent.

"I am sure you have," he concluded. "You are each other's shadows. Did she ... does she confide in you?"

"Sort of."

"Did she tell you anything ... about me?"

"I don't know. I ... am not sure ... Well, I don't think so."

"I need a favor, Maple," he said.

"I am listening."

"It might not make sense to you, but I am experiencing something I'd like to try to share with you. Well, are you ready? Chairman Mao ... All right, are you with me? Let me know if I lose you-"

"I am not sure if I want to hear it, Evergreen."

"I'll make it short. Very short. Gee, this is not easy. The Chairman teaches us to be selfless. But I am discovering the self, myself really, as a human being. For the first time, I've started to see things through my own eyes instead of Chairman Mao's ... It's devastating. My whole world is upside down now ... It's puzzling to you, isn't it?"

"Well, when did you start to change? What happened?"

"The moment you brought Wild Ginger to me. I have discovered something more meaningful than preaching Maoism, something more satisfactory to my nature. Do you know how difficult it is for me to bring this up?"

"You aren't talking about abandoning Maoism, are you?"

"Indeed, that might be exactly the question."

"And it is a very dangerous one too."

"But no, it's not the issue of safety. I know I can trust you. I do trust you-it doesn't make sense but it's true that I feel I can trust you more than I can trust Wild Ginger. It might sound strange. She is a Mao zealot. Her loyalty is beyond reproach. Her eyes see only what's red. You are different. Your eyes reflect the rainbow. Now the risky part is, wait a minute, what do people do with the brain's waste?"

"What do you mean?"

"Give it a try. Your mind is always a step ahead of mine."

"I could have said something else."

"No, I appreciated your frankness." He paused for a while. His hands went into his pockets as if they were cold. Suddenly he asked, "What's Wild Ginger's decision? Can she ... does she want to ... I mean, does she feel the same way I do?"

My mind struggled. I had the answer but I didn't know how to give it. I couldn't say, Yes, Wild Ginger is attracted to you, but you are not worthy enough for her to break her vow to Chairman Mao.

"I'm not in any position to judge my friend," I finally uttered.

"Do you know that she showed me her diary?" He began walking.

"No." I followed him.

"Do you know she carries a diary?"

I made no reply because I couldn't say, It's a fake diary.

"We're"-he lowered his voice-"we are in each other's lives at the moment. But I am puzzled by the way she acts."

"Are you or are you not in the diary?" I asked.

"No, I am not."

"It doesn't mean that you are not in her thoughts."

"Thank you. That's what I have been trying to tell myself."

"The diary"-I don't know why I suddenly decided to blow this-"is for show. It's going to be published nationwide and printed in textbooks."

"Then why the h.e.l.l does she write it and call it a diary?"

"She is the Maoist model for the country. She has to do what's expected of a Maoist."

"This really bothers me. Maple, let me tell you something. There is a wonderful part of her character and there is also a phony part. This is what we have been fighting: she wants no other life besides promoting Maoism. Her instincts might want what a human being wants but not her head. She's trying to kill off her human self."

"Well, you must understand that it is not easy to give up one's personal life for a national cause."

"National cause? Are you sincere, Maple?"

I found my defense weak-what bothered Evergreen bothered me too.

"I am not interested in teaching the zoo dancing at all, to tell you the truth."

"Aren't you supposed to say Zhong dancing?"