Fox Spirit 45 – Happy Holidays – NOT!
Suddenly everything came down on Sara at once – the drabness of Beijing in early winter; the cold which couldn’t be escaped in her poorly insulated apartment and which snuck in through the window next to her cubicle at the office; the endless work of living in a foreign country, struggling to understand the Chinese language, Chinese customs, Chinese thinking; the uncertain reception she anticipated from Mark and Rennie during her coming Christmas visit; Storm’s rebellion against the constrictions of their affair. Sara cried until she was exhausted, then bathed her reddened, stinging eyes and fell into sleep.
The next morning she could scarcely remember what they had quarreled about. Her rage had cooled quickly; she felt clean, purged, ready to start fresh. Only her eyes still showed the traces of the night. She put on her dark glasses and began to think of what she would say to co-workers who asked about her eyes – and what she would say to Storm.
But Scarlet Li said nothing, Trueheart Zhang said nothing, and Storm wasn’t there.
For the next weeks Storm’s cubicle was dark each day when she arrived at work, and it stayed dark. Sara missed the messages on her desk, the semi-accidental contacts as they brushed past each other in the aisle between cubicles, the exchanges of glances over the copy machine. Her colleagues, who had discreetly ignored their relationship, also discreetly ignored its disintegration. There was no one she could talk with.
Only Auntie Chen felt free to comment on Storm’s absence. “Your friend, the young man. He doesn’t come by these days?”
“No.” Sara felt she had to offer some explanation. “No need anymore. The project we were working on is finished.” Finished – she heard the dead tone in her voice.
“Ah, yes, the visits were for work.” replied the neighborhood watch. Her sharp tone registered disbelief. “But perhaps there will be other projects to come?”
Sara darted a glance at the old woman. The expression on Auntie Chen’s face was bland, but somehow Sara felt cheered by her interest.
“Yes, perhaps.” She was able to smile at Auntie Chen before hurrying for her bus.
Finally Sara had to ask about Storm’s prolonged absence from the office. “I don’t see Storm these days,” she remarked to Scarlet Li with studied casualness.
“No, he’s changed his schedule. He used to come in the morning, when you were here, but he now comes, when he comes, in the afternoon, when you’re at the Children’s Palace. He says he’s found it better to talk with customers in the morning.”
“He is well?” she could not help asking.
“He’s thin, as usual; he’s moody – more than in the past few months of summer and autumn. Maybe the return of cold weather is hard for him.”
Sara sighed. “It’s hard for me too. I think I’ll be glad to be in California for Christmas this time.”
Scarlet Li nodded. “A change of place is good when the heart is sore.” Sara glanced at her sharply but Scarlet Li didn’t meet her eyes.
December 1998
Sara
“How about Christmas this year, Mom” What shall we plan on?
Sara longed to see Mark and her grandson Richie. But a second go-around with Ynez Cavallo might be a disaster. And more and more when Mark called he said that Rennie was off with friends, at a class, or at a meeting. There was an emptiness in his voice when he spoke of her absence. She had her proposal ready.
“I was talking with your Uncle Jasper and Aunt Carol. They think it’s their turn to host us for Christmas dinner and Carol asked if I could stay with them and help prep for the big meal. Maybe you and Rennie and Richie could go to the Cavallos on Christmas Eve this year, and I’ll come over to your house Christmas morning for presents and breakfast. Then you could all come over to Uncle Jasper’s on Christmas afternoon while your cousin Louisa is there so we could get the kids together. What do you think?”
Sara thought she heard relief in Mark’s voice as he answered. “I think we’d like that, But…” he hesitated. “…that means we won’t see much of you. Richie won’t see much of you.”
“Don’t worry,” Sara cut in. Maybe I could stay with you on the weekend, so I could see you and Richie at the same time. And I want to take you all out to dinner on Boxing Day, to give Rennie a break.”
“I understand, Mom. I think that’ll work. Let me confirm with Rennie, but it sounds good. Love you. Bye.”
As she put down the phone, Sara wondered exactly how much Mark understood. Had he noticed that Sara’s proposal had eliminated any time where she and Rennie might be alone together? There would be no “girl time” for confidences or accusations this trip if Sara could help it.