The Season of the Stranger (39 page)

Authors: Stephen Becker

BOOK: The Season of the Stranger

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She washed her face and straightened the sofa. She went to the kitchen and made tea. When Wen-li returned she was sitting at the kitchen table sipping from a teacup.

He stood in the doorway looking at her, and then he said, “The dean does not know. He has not seen him.”

The liquid tea in her stomach spread into a cold pain.

“That is not all,” Wen-li said. “The dean says that Mr Girard never came to the gate at all. They sent for him when the Nationalist soldiers were leaving, but he never came.”

She stood up and dropped the teacup. For a terrible moment she could not move. Then heat came over her and dizziness. She put her hand on the table.

“I know who it was,” she said. “I know who it was.” Her voice was dry and cracked.

“So do I,” he said. “I remembered on the way back.”

They looked at each other. For a long time they looked at each other. She could tell that he was in pain but it meant nothing. There was nothing in her eyes and it felt as though there were nothing in her chest and for a long time her mind was empty with just the pain running through it until she thought that everything was nothing and there would never be anything again. Then she moved, slowly. “I have finished with weeping,” she said. She walked past him and out the door of the kitchen. She walked into the house with the lame dragging steps of an old woman.

They did not speak much for the next few days. They stayed at home and were quiet. When people came to call Wen-li turned them away and sometimes he did it rudely. They did not eat much either. At night the lights remained on in the house, and Wen-li lay in his bed watching them. The morning was the worst time, but it was all bad. Kuo-fan came to call and to drink wine and he turned him away and when Kuo-fan would not go he yelled at him and pushed him out of the courtyard. Every day there was sun but it was not warm.

On the third day a man came into the court and Wen-li went out to tell him to go away. When he had told him the man stepped back. The man was ragged and Wen-li did not like his eyes. The man said quickly that he had a message for Hsieh Li-ling and for a short time Wen-li's heart would not beat and then he asked the man what the message was and to tell him quickly.

“It is from her father,” the man said. Wen-li stepped toward him and the man backed away again. “He says to tell her that he left the City by plane at noon on the fifth day of this month.”

“And that is all.”

“That is all,” the man said. He hesitated and then said, “Is it not worth something?”

Wen-li went into the kitchen and picked up the poker and came outside, but when the man saw the poker he turned and was gone.

Wen-li went into the house. She was sitting on the sofa staring in front of her the way she had been for three days. She was not weeping. He gave her the message.

When he was through telling her she looked up at him and when he saw the look on her face he wanted a flood to come and destroy them all.

She said, “Thank you.”

He nodded his head and then stood still. She looked down at the floor and they stayed like that in the thick silence.

Then she pointed. “We will have to take the stove out,” she said. “It is too late in the year for a stove.”

He nodded. He was going to cry, like a child. But he did not.

She looked up at him again. “I will do something. I will teach, or work at something. I will stay in this house, and you will stay with me.”

Then he turned and walked out because he could not look at her any more. He went to his room and sat with his chest hurting. He had a cigarette and after a time the pain went away.

The sun was coming in his window and little bits of dust were dancing in it. He was glad that they would stay here. He wanted him to come back, but there was no use thinking about that any more. He was glad that they would be where he had been.

He got up and stretched and stood blinking at the sun, and then he went into the kitchen and ran the water for the breakfast dishes.

About the Author

Stephen Becker (1927â1999) was an American author, translator, and teacher whose published works include eleven novels and the English translations of Elie Wiesel's
The Town Behind the Wall
and AndrÃ© Malraux's
The Conquerors
. He was born in Mount Vernon, New York, and after serving in World War II, he graduated from Harvard University and studied in Peking and Paris, where he was friends with the novelist Richard Wright and learned French in part by reading detective novels. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, Becker taught at numerous schools throughout the United States, including the University of Iowa, Bennington College, and the University of Central Florida in Orlando. His best-known works include
A Covenant with Death
(1965), which was adapted into a Warner Brothers film starring Gene Hackman and George Maharis;
When the War Is Over
(1969), a Civil War novel based on the true story of a teenage Confederate soldier executed more than a month after Lee's surrender; and the Far East trilogy of literary adventure novels:
The Chinese Bandit
(1975),
The Last Mandarin
(1979), and
The Blue-Eyed Shan
(1982).

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