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Friday, April 30th, 2010

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    3:28a
    She was wearing only a scarlet top and navy blue,...
    She was wearing only a scarlet top and navy blue, skin- tight shorts; her red toenails showed through her white, open-toed shoesPer haps for a hot day in the tropics, this was the most sensible attire; one or two non-Chinese women on board dressed exactly like thatMiss Su felt that Miss Pao's exposed body constituted an insult to the body politic of the
    Chinese nationWhen men students saw Miss Pao, they burned with lewd desire, and found some relief by endlessly cracking jokes behind her backSome called her a charcuterie-a shop selling cooked meats-because only such a shop would have so much warm-colored flesh on public displayOthers called her "Truth," since it is said that "the truth is naked But Miss Pao wasn't exactly without a stitch on, so they revised her name to "Partial Truth
    As Miss Pao approached, she greeted the two women, "You're sure up earlyOn a hot day like this, I prefer to loaf in bedI didn't even know when Miss Su got up this morningI was sleeping like a log She had intended to say "like a pig," then on second thought decided to say "like a corpse Final ly, feeling a corpse wasn't much better than a pig, she borrowed the simile from EnglishShe hastened to explain, "This boat really moves like a cradleIt rocks you until you're so woozy all you want to do is sleep
    "Then you're the precious little darling asleep in the cradleNow, isn't that cute!" said Miss SuMiss Pao gave her a cuff, saying, "You! Su Tung-p'o's little sister,5 the girl genius!" "Su Hsiao-mei" (Su's little sister) was the nickname the men students on board had given Miss SuThe words, "Tung-p'o" when pro nounced by Miss Pao in her South Seas accent sounded like tombeau, the French word for tombSharing a cabin with Miss Pao, Miss Su slept in the lower berth, which was much more convenient because she didn't have to climb up and down every day; but in the last few days she had begun to hate Miss Pao, feeling Pao was doing everything possible to make her life miserable-snoring so loud ly she couldn't sleep well, and turning over so heavily it seemed the upper berth would cave inWhen Miss Pao hit her, she said, "MrsSun, you be the judge of who's in the rightHere I call her 'precious little darling' and I still get hit! To be able to fall asleep is a blessingI know how much you enjoy sleeping, so I'm always careful never to make a sound so I won't wake you upYou were telling me you were afraid of getting fat, but the way you like to sleep on the ship, I think you must have gained several pounds already The child was yelling for the candy, and as soon as he got it into his mouth, he chewed it upHis mother told him to thank Miss Pao, but he paid no attention, so the mother had to humor Miss Pao herselfMiss Su had already noticed that the candy cost nothingIt was just a sugar cube served aboard the ship with coffee at breakfastShe despised Miss Pao for the way she put onNot wanting to speak to Miss Pao anymore, she opened her book again, but from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Miss Pao pulling two deck chairs over to an empty spot some distance away and arranging them side by sideShe secretly reviled Miss Pao for being so shameless, but at the same time hated herself for having spied on Miss Pao
    At that point Fang Hung-chien came on deckSun and Miss Su, he stopped to say a few words"How's the little fellow?" MrsSun replied curtly, not paying much attention to him

    Miss Su said with a smile, "You'd better hurryAren't
    you afraid some one will get impatient?"
    Fang Hung-chien blushed and gave a silly smile, then
    walked away from Miss SuShe knew perfectly well she
    couldn't keep him back, but when he left, she felt a
    sense of lossNot a word of the book sank shop in
    11:17a
    Later yet, he began to be called upon in the...
    Later yet, he began to be called upon in the tavernsThere were no age laws for drinking in northern Asoli, where a boy was a man when he could do a day in the fields, and a girl was a woman when she first bled
    And it had been in a tavern called The River in Asoli town itself on a market day that Devin, just turned fourteen, had been singing "The Ride from Corso to Corte" and had been overheard by a portly, bearded man who turned out to be a troupe-leader named Menico di Ferraut and who had taken him away from the farm that week and changed his life
    "We're next," Menico said, nervously smoothing his best satin doublet over his paunchDevin, idly picking out his earliest cradle song on one of the spare syrenyae, smiled reassuringly up at his employerHis partner now, actually
    Devin hadn't been an apprentice since he was seventeenMenico, tired of refusing offers chanel jumbo xl bag to buy the contract of his young tenor had finally offered Devin journeyman status in the Guild and a regular salary, after first making clear how very much the young man owed him, and how loyalty was the only marginally adequate way to repay such a large debt of gratitudeDevin knew that, in fact, and he liked Menico anyway
    A year later, after another sequence of offers from rival troupe-leaders during the summer wedding season in Corte, Menico had made Devin a ten-percent partner in the companyAfter making the same speech, almost word for word, as the last time
    The honor, Devin knew, was considerable; only old Eghano who played drums and the Certandan deep strings, and who had been with Menico since the company was formed, had another partnership shareEveryone else was an apprentice or a journeyman on short-term contractEspecially now, when the aftermath of hermes pink bag a plague spring in the south had every troupe in the Palm short of bodies and scrambling to fill with temporary musicians, dancers, or singers
    A haunting thread of sound, barely audible, plucked Devin's attention away from his syrenyaHe looked over and smiledAlessan, one of the three new people, was lightly tracing the melody of the cradle song Devin had been playingOn the shepherd pipes of Tregea it sounded unearthly and strange
    Alessan, black-haired, though greying at the temples, winked at him over the busyness of his fingers on the pipesThey finished the piece together, pipes and syrenya, and humming tenor voice
    "I wish I knew the words," Devin said regretfully as they ended"My father taught me that tune as a child, but he could never remember how the words went
    Alessan's lean, mobile face was reflectiveDevin knew little about the Tregean after two miu miu nappa weeks of rehearsal other than that the man was extraordinarily good on the pipes and quite reliableAs Menico's partner, that was all that should matter to himAlessan was seldom around the inn outside of practice-time, but he was always there and punctual for the rehearsals slated
    "I might be able to dredge them up for you if I thought about it," he said, pushing a hand through his hair in a characteristic gesture"It's been a long time but I knew the words once
    "Don't worry about it," Devin said"I've survived this long without themIt's just an old song, a memento of my fatherIf you stay with us we can make it a winter project to try to track them down
    Menico would approve of that last bit, he knewThe troupe-leader had declared Alessan di Tregea to be a find, and cheap at the wages he'd asked
    The other man's expressive mouth crooked sideways, a little wryly"Old low price prada bags songs and memories of fathers are important," he said"Is yours dead then?"
    Devin made the warding sign with his hand out and two fingers curled down
    "Not last I heard, though I've not seen him in almost six yearsMenico spoke to him when he went through the north of Asoli last time, took him some chiaros for meI don't go back to the farm
    Alessan considered that"Dour Asolini stock?" he guessed"No place for a boy with ambition and a voice like yours?" His tone was shrewd
    "Almost exactly," Devin admitted ruefully"Though I wouldn't have called myself ambitiousAnd we weren't originally from Asoli in factCame there from Lower Corte when I was a small childThe man had a bit of a know-it-all manner, Devin decided, but he could play the Tregean pipesThe way they might even have sounded on Adaon's own mountain in the south
    In any case, they had no time to pursue the fendi big bags matt

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