Read House of Trembling Leaves, The Online
Authors: Julian Lees
ââThat is because Master Teoh insisted I go to local school twice a week. I also shared a private tutor with Lu See. Matty-matics every Friday afternoon. She had him for one hour, then my turn for half-hour. They also taught me how to sit at table and to use knife and fork rather than my hands.''
ââDo you think you will go back to Tibet then?''
Sum Sum shrugged. ââOnly if God wills it. For many years my karma, my life, was tied to Lu See. Now she is married, maybe my life rests elsewhere. And recently my karma has changed for the worse.''
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On the day Jesse Owens won his fourth Olympic gold, Lu See and Adrian returned from their honeymoon.
They moved straight into their new home on Jesus Lane, a two-storey terraced house with views of the park and the river.
Lu See purchased new sheets and pillowcases for the double bed, fresh soap and towels for the bathroom, and bread, milk and teabags for the kitchen. She installed a telephone line and had a wireless set up in the living room. She laid down a tastefully frayed Persian rug and hung Adrian's collection of watercolours in harmonious groups. In the tiny back garden she pruned the holly hedge and deadheaded the roses; she also cleared a small weed bed and planted rosemary plants, beans and onions. Within a week they'd turned the place into a home. Every night they dined by candlelight and each morning they breakfasted by the front window, bathed in sunshine. And always they found time to immerse themselves in little distractions.
And then one morning, she squeezed her stomach until she turned purple in the face.
She got a piece of her ankle between her nails and pinched.
ââWhat are you doing?'' asked Adrian.
ââIt's finished. It's all over. Months of studying wasted.''
She pinched the tender, underside of her knee and winced.
ââWhat the hell are you talking about?''
ââAll my plans are ruined. There's no way Girton will take me now.''
ââWill you please tell me what's going on?''
ââAdrian,'' she said. ââI think I'm pregnant.''
Mid-September and the arrival of autumn brought a carnival of browning leaves to mop up the rain.
It was five o'clock in the morning and there had been a steady two hours of drizzle. Adrian, dressed in black to make him less conspicuous in the darkness, dug his fingertips into the cracks in the stone and made certain of his footing. He still couldn't believe he was going to be a father â the idea thrilled him, sent a warm surge through his bones. ââA baby,'' he called out, his voice deep and solid. ââWe're going to have a baby.'' If it was a boy he was going to call him Vladimir â or maybe Vlad â after Lenin. His eyes brimmed with pride. He reached a hand to his face and felt one smooth warm tear sneak down his cheek. He stared straight out towards the Cam, the king of all he surveyed.
He was over a hundred feet up.
Advancing he gave a quick questioning glance at the coarse cloth in his grasp and suddenly was angry with himself. What he'd intended to do was drape the banner across two of the chapel roof turrets and then secure them with thick string, but he'd miscalculated. Its weight was becoming too hard to handle.
This was a two-man job â he needed a second person to take hold of one end of the strip of canvas as he held the other. The gusts of wind and rain weren't helping either; the gale blowing in from the coast turned the stone slippery, making him wish he'd worn a different pair of shoes, the ones with the scuffed leather soles. Instead he had to get by in his plimsolls, which made each step feel as if he was being forced to walk atop a slick rubber gangplank. Bracing himself, he pulled on the cord with all his strength.
Clouds wheeled overhead, blotting out the moon. Adrian was perspiring from having to heave and control the weight of it. Huffing and straining he fought to raise it like a sail against the wind. The cold rain stole through his clothes and into his body. His forearms and shoulder muscles ached.
Finally, it looked as if he'd done it. The long strip of canvas was in place, the string secure, the knots tight, the elevation as level to the ground as possible. Swaying in the breeze, tied with string to several steeples, the banner furled and unfurled, swaying like a pendulum, hanging on by a single knot. Its message was hand-painted in red. âHAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOSEY!' The canvas snapped in the wind.
Upside down.
He'd hung it the wrong way up and would have to start all over again.
Effing and blinding, he wiped his wet hands against his jacket to dry them, breathed on them for warmth and after that began to work the knots loose.
Using his thumbs and teeth, he undid the gnarls, pulling on the parallel strands, making certain they were free of kinks and kept well away from his legs. The string tasted bitter and smelled of dank earth. Reaching up he stretched to grab hold of more of the splice. The string came loose with a tug. The canvas buckled and billowed as one end broke free from its lashings. Adrian took a step to the side to avoid the tangle of string.
And then his foot slipped.
In the kitchen, with dark circles under her eyes, Sum Sum plopped a pair of eggs in boiling water and grilled several slices of bread. Having suffered through three straight weeks of interrupted sleep she was exhausted. She mumbled an oath and rubbed her engorged tummy.
As she buttered her toast, she heard a knock on the door, polite yet urgent.
With Mrs Slackford at market, she opened the door herself.
It was Lu See.
The cool air nipped at Sum Sum's knees. ââYou want breakfast? I'm cooking eggs.''
Lu See shook her head no. She felt nauseous and a little dizzy. She sat at the kitchen table. ââWell, the good news is the pipe organ was shipped yesterday. It's on its way to Malaya. Brinkley & Fosler kept their promise. The organ will be in Po On Village by Christmas, in time for Tak Ming's memorial.''
ââAnd bad news?''
Lu See rubbed her eyes. ââWell, I wouldn't call it bad news but I haven't seen much of Adrian recently.''
ââMeh?''
ââHe's busy with his thesis. He came to bed at ten but was up again at midnight. I heard him moving about, working in his study but when I woke this morning he was gone.''
ââWhat, he out already?'' Sum Sum eyed her friend. ââAre you feeling all right, lah?''
The smell of Sum Sum's buttery toast made her feel sick. She nodded without conviction. ââBy seven, he'd already left the house, but I didn't hear him go. He must be at the library.''
ââPietro says library not open until nine o'clock.''
Lu See's face was smiling before her mouth could shape the words. ââI just received a call from my doctor with my results. Adrian's going to be a father.''
Sum Sum's eyes almost burst from her face. ââYou are pregnant with baby?''
ââThe doctor confirmed I'm two months in.''
Sum Sum almost fell off her chair as she rushed to embrace Lu See, throwing her arms around her neck. After a while Sum Sum asked, ââBut what will happen with studybooks?''
Lu See shrugged, trying to sound upbeat. ââI'm not sure what Girton will say. I haven't been accepted yet ⦠hell, I haven't even sat for the exams.''
ââThis man better start spending more time with you and less on his books or I give him one hell of a earboxing.''
ââI'm sure he will.''
ââWell, tomorrow your birthday. He will spend all day with you for sure, lah. No more of thisâ'' Sum Sum opened her mouth to say more but stopped herself.
Lu See stared at her friend. ââWhat were you about to say?''
ââMe? Nothing.''
ââSay it.''
ââI have nothing to say, lah.''
ââYou think he's doing his nightcrawling again, is that it?''
ââMaybe, lah.''
ââHe promised me.''
ââSounds like he break promise. Either that or he goes and visits floozy-woozy woman after you fall asleep.''
ââDon't.''
ââSorry.'' Sum Sum raised an apologetic hand. ââOnly joking, lah.''
A minute's silence.
ââDo you really think he has a floozy woman?''
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Aiyo
, I was only joking.''
ââOr maybe you were right the first time, maybe he's scaling rooftops again.''
ââMaybe.''
ââGod, I hope not.''
ââ
Aiyo
, don't worry,'' Sum Sum said, appeasing, ââAdrian not stupid. And when he knows you are having his baby, no more climbing for sure, lah.''
Lu See strummed her fingers on the table, pensive. A moment later there was another knock on the door. ââThat must be Adrian. I'll get it,'' said Lu See, watching Sum Sum bite into a square of toast.
She checked her face in the hall mirror before reaching for the doorknob.
A stranger in uniform confronted her. ââMrs Woo?'' Lu See hesitated before nodding her head. She still wasn't used to being addressed as Adrian's wife. The police constable removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm. He was a young man, nineteen at most. It was his turn to hesitate now. ââIt's about your husband.''
ââIs something wrong?''
ââYes, I'm afraid so â¦''
ââHas he got into some kind of trouble? If he's gone and got himself arrested for climbing, I'll be livid.''
ââIt happened early this morning.''
ââI told him he'd get into trouble.''
His face was hard. His voice was gentle. ââThere's been an accident. Your husband â¦''
That was when she spotted Adrian's library card in his hands. She blinked at him, bewildered, and then slowly turned to look at Sum Sum. Beyond her, the eggs kept boiling, bubbling on the stove, the white albumen coagulating, seeping out of the cracked shells like bleached blood from broken skulls.
ââHe fell from a great height, Mrs Woo.'' Lu See took a small backward step. There was a sudden snatch at her heart. ââI'm afraid he's dead.''
She heard her mouth repeat those unbelievable words. She turned away and stumbled against the wall. The light went out in her eyes.
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Before the invasion of Malaya in 1941 there had been anti-Japanese demonstrations in George Town, Penang. Fueled by news reports of Japanese barbarity in Nanking, the local Chinese grew increasingly worried that the Imperial Army would extend their savagery into Malaya.
Lu See signed a petition drafted by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce calling for the deportation of Japanese expatriates. It was presented to the Resident Councillor who politely had it filed away in a bottom drawer.
Nobody suspected Tokyo of employing spies disguised as rubber buyers, barbers or timber merchants. No one guessed that they might be recruiting locals to flash secret signals out to distant ships. Few people thought a full-scale invasion was on the cards at all. The Governor of Singapore had assured everyone in Malaya that the allied troop build-up was nothing to be alarmed about, that the increase in Australian and Welsh and Scottish soldiers was purely to protect the supply of rubber and tin.
ââSingapore is impregnable,'' the British said. The naval batteries and thirty-inch guns aiming out to sea were testament to that. ââThe Japs would be mad to attack us. You'll be better off here than anywhere else.''
On hearing this, hundreds of British families crowded Penang harbour to board ships sailing for Singapore. There was a sense of relief when they climbed aboard. But the Chinese knew better. Many believed that the Japanese wouldn't meet the might of Singapore full on, but would attack from the east coast, nullifying the British guns pointing the wrong way. They would come overland.
As soon as Lu See heard rumours that the Japanese had beached on the north-eastern shores of the Malayan Peninsula, she got to work. She began dismantling the organ pipes at the new Anglican church, carefully disassembling them one by one.
ââWhy are you doing this?'' asked Uncle Big Jowl. ââShouldn't we be hoarding rice or filling baths with water to combat fires instead?''
ââIt's the copper,'' she said, watching the heat of the sun crawl across the church floor. ââThe Japs will have it melted down and used for their war effort. I'm not going to let that happen. This organ means too much to me.''
ââWhat will you do with them? Aahh! There are how many pipes?''
ââThere are five ranks. Sixty-one pipes per rank.'' The veins of her neck strained as she prised a pipe from its neighbour by loosening the slotted screws. ââWe're going to bury them in the jungle and mark the spot with a gravestone.''
Together with her uncle's help she marked each pipe, indicating where it belonged, and wrapped it in lengths of oiled canvas.
Lu See lost track of time. The sweat thickened on Uncle Big Jowl's shirt like moss on a temple wall.
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Ai-yoo!
'' he complained, cocking his head and flexing his sausage fingers. ââWho are you and what have you done to my niece? Who turned her into this pucker-mouthed do-gooder, nah?''
ââAlmost done, now,'' she said, kissing him on the cheek. ââAlmost done.''
Afterwards, she drove one of the estate trucks to transport the load to the periphery of the jungle. They took turns digging a ten-foot trench. Whilst Lu See worked the shovel Uncle Big Jowl kept watch.
ââWho am I supposed to be looking out for?'' he asked.
ââI don't know: Japanese spies, opportunists, the Woos.''
Two hours later Lu See turned around and gazed into the distance to take her mind off her aching back and arms. Perspiration left pink lines on her dusty face. Her hands were raw with painful sores. ââWhole body feels like hell,'' she exclaimed.