Become a Fan
Coming home chapter 3
By Pam L Potter
Monday, July 22, 2002
Pingya had his back turn to Sammy, as he screws the last top hinge on their
bedroom door that squeaked Sammy noticed something dangling from her quilt. He
called to her to return as he had dropped a screw. She screams as she saw tiny
yellow of fur cold and stiff and her head hung over and tangles in a torn spot
in the quilt.
" What we going to tell Fumiko, she thought of Golden as hers?"
He frowned and checked the kitten.
" After I finished the door, I shall bury it."
" What about Fumiko?"
He stoops on the floor feeling the hard surface with his hands.
" Give Smoky about three months she shall have another litter. "
She surveyed the wide-open parlor, the kitchen and placed the dead kitten
carefully on the fireplace mantel fireplace next to her daughter baby
photograph. She then removed the dead kitten and looked around for another spot
as Pingya called her over to the door to help him.
" Here, hold screws for me. I shall tell you when to hand them to me."
He noticed her still holding the dead kitten, rolled his eyes upward and placed
the metal bracket over the hole.
" Now Sammy."
He held out his hand as she wondered across the room and placed the dead kitten
on her log shelf.
" Samantha, quit worrying about the dead kitten and help me?"
She hands him the screw and he cursed in Chinese as she wondered outside with
the dead kitten to the barn.
She was stopped by her children as she saw them in mud making mud pies, and
smearing mud on Spunky backs, who rolled in the mud barking.
They ran to her when they saw the dead kitten. Fumiko swallowed hard.
" Mama, Golden not move?"
" Golden has gone to heaven, one of the little angels was praying for a kitten,
and Golden was chosen."
" Golden mines!"
She cried, not wanting to listen. Pingya came to the door, motion for Sammy to
come here. She did as the children who followed her crying.
" Samantha let me know if you not wish to stay here I shall have us ready for
New Mexico in a week?"
" You promised Lester's we would share crops, this farm for a year."
" The crops are planted, and he can hire someone to harvested it in the spring."
" Why you want to we have leave, your fixing the place up for us?"
" I am trying, but I need your help."
" I have help."
The children continued to cry until Pingya told them they had better go take a
nap if all they can do, was cry. They quiet down.
" I'll help you with the door after I bury Golden."
He threw up his hands and went in the house as they hurried out to the barn. He
watched from a far off distant as Sammy struggled with the shovel. He hurried
out and jerked the shovel from her and began digging the grave.
" Sammy's what was you thinking? Trying to dig a grave, your are expecting."
" Wait, Mama. Golden need a box?"
" Sammy, go and lay down. You have done very much for this afternoon. You look
tried. I shall bury Golden."
Pingya dug the hole and places the kitten, and started to throw dirt over it, as
Fumiko came running with her prize cigar box she found in the alley their last
trip to town, at her heels follows Joshua.
" Put Golden in."
Pingya looked at his two children, and then picked up the dead yellow kitten,
dusted her off and placed her in the cigar box and buried her. He was about to
" Pa, you have to say prayer."
" A prayer?"
" So Golden can go to Heaven. Mama said an angel want Golden."
Pingya looked at his teary-eyed children and then a fresh mound of dirt.
" Angel's I hope you love Golden as much as my children do."
The next day Sammy gathers eggs to trade in the town for flour, cornmeal, sugar,
tea, and coffee. The toddler trots at her heels.
" Mama, where chicken gets eggs?"
Fumiko peeks in her Mother's straw basket filled with dozens brown eggs, Sammy
tries to count her eggs inside her basket, then she would lose count, listening
to her daughter's rambling. She glances around the hen house full of crackling
brown, and white laying hen pecking the dusty ground for the fed her toddler's
was throwing wildly to them. The red rooster flew down off the rafter's to the
fed in the middle of the hens as the yellow baby chicks tried to get their share
of feed running underneath the hens.
" Five. Hum? Ten, fifteen."
Fumiko runs up to the hen house door closing it as they leave. Sammy leans on
the door, With the eggs I've saved all week, we got almost three dozen eggs to
trade. I've been craving for sugar cookies all week, and I'll bake a batch.
Pingya will want his oatmeal cookies.
"Fumiko, Joshua, how would you like Mama to make sugar cookies?"
The toddler's jump up and down, grinning.
" We love cookies."
Joshua nods, and giggles.
" Mama, where chicken's get eggs?"
Fumiko persists. Sammy shakes her head. I don't know? She thought.
" They just do Fumiko. God just made chicken's that way. You two like fried
Fumiko rubs her stomach nods, as Joshua imitates her.
" Yum, me like Mama!"
Fumiko suddenly ran toward the back porch of her log cabin with her younger
brother trailing behind. The toddler's met their Father, as he came out the back
door blowing on his hot tea cup.
"Pa, mama say, God gives hen eggs. Pa you know that?"
He shakes his head no as he sat on the top wooden step, his toddler's hovering
over him. He watched his wife drudging slowly up the warned grassy paths leading
to their hen house, a red barn as the paint crack, pig pen. He looks at his wife
fondly as she carries the egg basket hung over her right arm.
" Pa, me wants drink?"
" Fumiko, it is too hot."
He held the tin coffee cup up to her lips to show her. She sips it anyway before
he could stop her, She is as bulled headed as her mother! He thought. She
slurps, then jumps back fanning her mouth.
" Hot pa!"
He shows his son as the coffee steams from the cup, he took a sip anyway. He
mimics his sister by fanning his mouth . . . " Mama making cookies, and you know
He nods no. He set his cup of tea on the porch. He ran up to his wife, who is
halfway back to their house. He takes the basket from her, He counts the eggs as
they walk slowly to their house. She laughs, when she notices their toddler's
sitting upon back porch top step, taking turns sipping their Father's tea.
" We have sixteen eggs. It is good."
She nods yes.
" Pingya, looks like you lost your cup of tea."
" I shall not learn that. You do not lay something in your children's grasp.
They shall take every time!"
Shaking his head, throwing his arms up in the air.
" At least they're sharing."
After lunch, Kelly family rode toward Circleville, three miles west of their
farm. Sammy patiently reties her pink bonnet ribbon strings after Joshua repeats
untied, as he straddled her lap. He pulls the ribbon, unties her bonnet again.
Pingya notices, and takes him on his lap, sharing the horse reins with him.
Fumiko sits between them braids her rag doll yellow yarn hair, lost in her own
world. Sammy picks up the basket of eggs, between her legs, checking to see if
any broke, thankful they are all unbroken.
" Pingya I was going to bake sugar cookies this evening."
" Fumiko told me. We have not had cookies since Easter."
He paused as he saw a tree limb across the muddy dirt road as a buggy stopped in
front of and a shout man and a red head boy were trying to move the tree limp.
Pingya stopped the buckboard and helped them. The man thanked him and said they
had just moved there from Pottersville Missouri. Pingya nods and bows as he
returns to his family.
As time slowly passed riding on the bumpy, muddy road toward town, Pingya
suddenly slapped Sammy hand.
" Sammy, remember to bake oatmeal cookies."
She smiles nods.
" My lands, Pingya, I thought something was wrong?"
Seconds later as they approach the Jones's farm, they saw two figures' riding on
two horses in a distance, as they come closer, they knew it was Christie and
Caleb gallops toward them, turns on the dry dirt road leading to town. Pingya
stops their buckboard wagon as the teenager's rode over to them.
" Sammy, if you see pa in town, I've been at your farm all morning okay?"
Sammy is about to answer when Pingya nudges her watching his sixteen-year-old
sister's in-law and her boyfriend's pleading blue eyes. Knowing first hand how
Mister Anderson, was about courting one of his daughter's. He told the two to
tie their horse's to the back of the wagon and hop in back. If Mister Anderson
asked, He tell him the truth, Christie rode into town with them, hoping he leave
it at that.
" What if Pa asked why is Caleb with us?"
Christie worries. He pauses a moment.
" If Mister Anderson, say why is Caleb with us? I say, and we met him on the
ride. I asked him if he like to ride with us?"
She grins at him about how he answered her question truthfully just leaving out
damaging key elements to the truth. She clutched Caleb's hand firmly. Her
sister's toddler's crawls from the bench seat to back of the wagon. The
toddler's settles down beside their aunt leaning against the big round clay pot
the butter. Pingya glances over his shoulder, seeing everyone has settles down.
Sammy scoots up next to him holding onto her basket of eggs. He whistles softly
at his horses to trot, at last they were on their way. How did we manage to miss
seeing Christie and Caleb before going to town?
" Sammy, Aunt Meg wrote Mama a letter. Hallie, and Charlie brought it out the
other day. Aunt Meg said Uncle Joel fell off his house fixing the roof. He's
laid up with a broken leg. So our cousin Joe, and his family came to stay with
them, helping them out at their general store. Our cousin Lorene just moved to
Kansas City, Missouri. She married last winter to a Frenchman name Perirre.
She's sixteen too."
" Aunt Meg? Uncle Joel?"
Pingya asked as Joshua tugs sharply at the reins.
"Aunt Meg is Ma's younger sister, she lives in Wichita, Kansas, They moved from
Jefferson City, Missouri two years ago, where Ma and Pa came from more than
twenty years ago. I didn't tell you about them. I thought I told you, and my
emerald eyes are just like my Aunt Meg's."
He shakes, his head no slapping his son's hands.
" I look like Aunt Meg too,"
She takes her crying son, bounces him on her knee.
"Aunt Meg must be lovely. You are very lovely."
He smiles looking at her as she blushes, patting her sobbing son on the back as
she slumps him, over her shoulder.
A few moments passes.
" Whom do you look like Pingya?"
Asked Christie. He pauses, I always been told I look like Uncle Ping. Only I am
taller, at fourteen I towered over him. He remembers.
" My uncle Ping."
" When was the last time you seen your family in China?"
Suddenly it was deathly quiet, all you heard was the horse's hoof clopping on
the muddy road. He squirms in his seat over her prying question glance at his
wife who cradles their sleeping son. Joshua small round face is still flush and
wet from crying, Fumiko jabbers nonstop to her doll, I am a private person, I
told Sammy because she is my wife. Ai-Ya? Christie just trying to know me to
" I am surprised Sammy has not told you?"
" She told me you came here when you were fifteen and your parents died a year
" She can't remember how you say the town your from and where? I have been
meaning to ask you, but forget."
"It is Sinoog, Canton Province of China."
" You really worked on the railroads?"
Caleb asked. Pingya nods.
" I broad a ship with young men like myself eager for adventure. The ship ride
He pauses for a moment. I cried in my bunk at night for my family. I thought I
was grown up, but I was not. But the urged to see America where Father was from
was stronger. I am so much like him, he was so restless for new things, and he
ended up in gold mines then hijacks on a board ship to China. He remembers.
"A Mister Crocker came to my village, seeking men to work on the railroads in
America. They pay your passage. I have never regret coming to America. Three
months long of my life was aboard the ship. All you saw was water. I thought
America would be better for me. My Father told me America is where you can
believe as you wish. I am half Irish. I thought I would be treated better.
Perhaps Americans' would not hate me because of my mixed blood, like I was hated
in China. It was the same here only I am a half breed Chinaman instead of a half
breed foreign devil."
He pauses solmly, looked up at the women who change his life fondly.
" The day I met Sammy, I knew why I came. It never had matter to her from the
first time we laid eyes on each other. She saw me. Not a half breed, just me."
He reelected for a moment, I loved Sammy from the first. I even tried to get a
job at the Anderson ranch, they were not hiring, Pete told me about Wilson's
needing ranch hand's. Why can I move on? She's just a girl! She's no one
special, but she is special to me that is the problem. He thought.
" Remembered when I see you in town I would not talk to you?"
" I loved you, but I just did not want to love you. I quit Wilson's. I missed
you, and I came back. I worked at Taylor's saloon. I told myself you love her
goes telling her. Jill asked me to come with them for the fourth of July
celebration and your birthday party . . . "
His voiced trails off suddenly realizing that he was completely off his subject
when he saw his family last? To falling in love with Sammy.
" Pingya I'm glad you came to my birthday party, and you were my best present,
just you being there."
She held his hand close to her heart. He smiles at her feeling less foolish as
the two teenagers look at them grinning.
The rest of the ride to town there was complete silence. They turned a sharp
corner in the road, leads to town. Pingya, saw Anderson's wagon riding toward
them from town as the suns shone on the wagon. The wagon's stopped beside one
other, facing opposite directions.
" Hello to Kelly family, I see you met up with Caleb on the ride."
Pingya takes a deep breath. The teenager's in back of his wagon were squirming,
trying to sit quietly.
"Yes we did Mister Anderson."
After a long pause.
" I see, Pingya. You are sure to bring Christie home as you leave town. On
second thought you come home now and save Pingya the trouble of taking you
" We shall take her home it is no trouble."
" Ma, Christie told us, Aunt Meg wrote. I know you were glad."
Sammy asked to change off her sister.
" Oh, I was. It's been too long since I saw her, at least ten years. When she
writes, it's just like a visit. Oh, Christie, why don't you spend the night at
Quentin, Bobby is, and both of you can come home in the morning after church?
Sammy was you going to church in the morning?"
Sammy and Christie nod. They continue on their way.
When they arrived in Circleville, wagons filled with families were coming and
going passed them in a hurried pace, as a wagon almost ran into them, waking the
children crying. Pingya settled the horse's down.
" Sammy next Saturday we shall be here earlier, no eating lunch."
He pauses a moment.
" We shall have beat the crowd by coming earlier."
He fumes, as he looks at his frighten toddlers. Sammy comforts her toddlers, as
they rode passed the brick two story school houses, Misses Birch helping
children down the steps with their library books. They wave as they rode passed.
Their children had fallen back to sleep when they arrived at the general store.
Cletus were loading huge sacks of flour and corn meal backs of a pale green
buckboard park in front of them.
" Working hard?"
Teased Pingya. He jumps off his bench seat of his wagon. Then helping his
pregnant wife with their sleeping toddlers. Who both woke up cranky and crying.
Christie scoops her fifteen-month-old nephew in her arms who was sucking his
thumb. Pingya carries his daughter, who will be three in a month with her head
lay on his shoulders. He helps his wife off the wagon with his free hand, then
ties the horses up to the hitching post to drink mucky water from the trough.
Caleb hops off the buckboard carrying the clay pot of butter inside the store. A
young woman, her long brown curly hair lays lose underneath a blue sun bonnet,
and dangles over her blue calico dress, smiling up at her from a green buckboard
wagon. Sammy walks up to her. There's Claire Jane. It's been three weeks since I
saw her. It's been three weeks since I've been to church. By the time I get
Fumiko ready, then start on Joshua, Fumiko has spilled milk on her dress. Then I
get them ready Pingya says he's busy and can't take me. He won't let me drive
the wagon ever since I'm pregnant. I ain't helplessly, Sammy thought.
"Hi, it's been awhile. Where's Simon, and Laurie?"
Sammy smiles as she readjusted her son position in her arms. Claire Jane smooths
the wrinkles out of her tan broom skirt. "Simon's in the store paying on our
bill. Laurie thought she had to play with Bessie longer. Rachel told me Bessie
will soon be three on September tenth, and Laurie turned three on March
twenty-third. Ain't Fumiko almost three?"
" July seventeen. This coming September fourteen I will be married four years.
Remember when I caught your wedding bouquet?'
" Yeah, you lunged in front of Sally Wilson and caught it. Then like the saying
goes you were the next one to get married." She chuckles. Her husband came up to
the wagon handing their cranky daughter to her complaining she wanted to play
longer with Bessie and Fumiko. Simon, a short, chubby man, who grew up in the
back rooms of the Law office, where his father, Green Bailey was a lawyer. He
was always quiet and shy. The whole town was so proud of him when five years ago
he went to study back East. Last year he came back to practice law with his
" Sammy, you hear about the church dance next Saturday night?"
She shook her head no, as her son wakes up whines, and kicks her in the ribs to
"Rachel said it should start at six in the evening. You can come. I hope? Oh,
Yeah, it's a box supper too, to raised money for repairs on the church."
Sammy pauses for a moment, Pingya came to town last Saturday by himself, he
didn't mention the dance to me. He must have forgot. We had so much fun at the
ice-skating party in the middle of January, and Joshua birthday party. But ever
since I became pregnant, he doesn't want to take me anywhere. Sammy thought.
" I like to, and I'll see what Pingya says."
Sammy watches Laurie twist her long brown curly hair like her Mother, over her
fingers as she crawls on her lap. She sat swinging her legs back and forth
hitting behind of her seat on the wood with her shoes, making an annoying noise
as they rode off toward the school house, where a two-story brick building sat a
few yards away where they lived.
She went into the General store passing the gun drops as her son's points at the
jar of gum drops on the shelved whines and points and holds tight to his hand
walking beside her.
" Not now."
He broke loses from her running to the gumdrops, stretching his arm trying to
reach the gumdrops. Sammy slapped his hands and carried him in her arms. She
sits, him on the counter top squalling. Sammy told her friend Rachel what she
needed trying to talk above her son's fit. Freddie, Cletus teenage brother
carried out the supplies to her wagon.
" Last night we were awakened by shooting in the street."
" Well, Misses O'Brien says it was bank robbers, but it was only Mark and Luke
and John shooting their Pa's gun at tin cans in the street."
" How they get the gun?"
Suddenly Fumiko runs in panting. Her yellow bonnet she had been wearing hung
loosely around her neck by her yellow thin ribbons. Rachel's daughter Bessie
trailing closed behind. Her plain yellow dress skirt, she held up against her
short chubby frame, revealing her clean white petticoats, and stockings. Her big
brown eyes full of mischief as she giggles. The toddler's hurries up to their
" Mama! Fluffy got a kitty. Bessie says kitty mine."
Fumiko informed them. Bessie opens up her dress skirt, she held the kitten
pressed to her chest. One tiny, fuzzy ball of a black fur, pink nose. Bessie
hands the kitten to Sammy. She held the little screaming ball of fur upside
down, trying to peek underneath it's tall. Which the kitten meows biting her on
"Well, let me look? Hum? I'm not sure? Can you tell Rachel?"
She hands the screaming, kicking, kittens over the counter, to Rachel. She turns
the kitten upside down, Cletus and Mister Hill said the kittens have to go! She
remembered and paused for a moment.
" Golden gone to heaven, angels sent me back a kitten!"
"Sammy, I think it's a tom cat. That's the story I would tell Pingya if I wanted
the kitten. Do you want the kitten?"
Teased Rachel. Sammy about to answer when Pingya walks into the store from the
front door wiping the back of his neck with a wet rag. When Joshua seen his
Father reached out for him.
" Pa. Pa."
He picks up his son off the desk shaking his head no as he looked at his wife
holding the kitten. She looks at him wide eyed.
" Why you shaking your head no at me?"
" The kitten you have in your arms."
She hands the kitten to their daughter, who runs up to her Father jerks on his
" Pa, my kitten!"
" First Fumiko the kitten is not yours unless I say it is so. Secondly, I shall
think about it. Now go play until I called, for you understand?"
His daughter nods. The two toddlers ran to the back of the store almost bumping
beside, a tall, thin man, who grinned stroking his red handled bar a bushy
mustache as the kitten jumps down running into the Hills's living quarters with
the toddler's chasing after the kitten.
" Take the kitten please."
Cletus half teased. As he enters the store. Pingya looks at Cletus and Sammy as
the tall man came up front carrying a shovel, handing Rachel two-bits; Pingya
takes the kitten from Sammy. The kitty bites his finger and he tossed the kitten
on the floor cursing in chinese and suck on his bleeding finger. The kitten
hides under the counter and pants.
" Pingya, shame on you for hurting the kitten?"
" Hurting the kitten? I am bleeding not the kitten, Samantha."
She tried to looked but he wouldn't show her.
" Pingya you shouldn't cursed?"
" Would you rather I say the words in English?"
" You shouldn't say them in any lanuage?
" Samantha I am passed twenty-one I shall talk the way I please."
Sammy nods. As Cletus and Rachel and Mister O'Brien watched their friends,
wondering what going happen next.
As the silence drugged on, Sammy felt the air was choking her. She bent down and
scoop the kitten off the floor and began stroking her ears as the flutter to her
touch and purred.
" P ingya, this be a nice gift to give to Fumiko on her birthday, and it's free.
He shakes his no.
" Not that kitten."
"You need anything else Mister O'Brien?"
Rachel asked trying to ease the tension.
He shakes his head no and stands at the door way.
" Pingya, remember you did tell Fumiko could have another kitten?"
" I meant one of Smoky kittens."
"This kitten rights here needing a home?"
" If the kitten is a male? Fumiko may have it for her birthday. It is a male
kitten Samantha Jo?"
She looks at him. Rachel's said tells he it's a male kitten. She thought.
" Pingya far as I know it's a male."
" Cletus bring the kitten when you come to our house on Fumiko's birthday."
Sammy sighs smiling as Pingya walk back to her shaking his head, griping to
" Where is Christie and Caleb?"
Sammy asked getting a few gum drops handing one to her son as Pingya pays two
cents to Rachel.
" Quentin." .
An hour later, Pingya relaxes on Quentin's back porch, sitting in the porch
swing sipping on his cool glass of lemonade watching his toddler's hide under a
mulberry bush a few yards away, while his toddler nephew hunts under the wheel
barrel by the porch. Sammy came up to him, drying her hands on a dish towel, She
sits down close to him. She took his glass from him taking a sip, then hands the
glass back to him.
" There is no more lemonade?"
" Plenty, I just want to share with you."
Her family came out on the porch drinking lemonade. They set down on the porch
steps watching the toddler's play. "Remember Sammy when we'd play hide and seek
Christie always hid so well we couldn't find her?"
Quentin asked, watching his son runs over to the family garden of corn running
through it. Then he sits crying, as the other toddler's run out of hiding.
" Me win."
" The time Pa had to find her. I think you were seven, I was ten, Christie was
four. We were playing hid and go seek and it was Christie turns and we couldn't
find her, so we went crying to Ma, who was worried sickly. Pa hunted all over
the ranch. He just knew her wonder into the horse corral, even though we were
told strictly not to go near it unless we had an adult with us."
" I remembered Pa found me sleeping in wheat field behind the barn. I laid down
too hid and fell asleep."
Pingya stares at the late afternoon sky hot sun beats down upon his face.
Sammy's families voices seem distance to him,
for him only heard his mother's soft playful voice saying in Chinese to him and
his older brother Eli as they lay on their bed roll, Peek a Boo! She pulled the
cover's over their faces. Pingya smiles, I laugh until I cried, I kept urging
Mama to do it again.
Christie came out to them, and taps Sammy on the shoulder and hands her a
" Oh, I forgot you got a letter from Pingya sisters."
" You forgot? Like I get one every day?"
" Caleb was talking to me, and I slipped in my shirt pocket, just checked my
pocket and there it was. Read it out loud."
" It is my letter Christie. I shall read it first."
" Its address to Sammy Kelly, not Pingya Kelly so it's my letter."
" Why would my sister address the letter to you and not me?"
" Maybe, because I wrote her and you didn't."
Sammy opens the letter, as all the adults gathered around and the children
continued to play hide and seek.
" Dear Sister and Brother,
How are you? Grandma was ill for a few days but better now. Her pain in her back
acts up. All those years in rice patties she says. How are my niece and nephew?
Su-Ling married again, this time to an Imperial guard and she moved to the
Forbidden City. Grandma was sick in bed for a week over that. Su-Ling was always
her pet. I was in trouble all the time because of her. Grandma would never
believe me. I like him. He is nice to Su-Ling not like her late husband Lu. It
was a blessing when Lu died, and Su-Ling was free from her torture. She comes to
visit and she has a black eye, we knew what happens to her. Still, she went
back. And when their son was born ten months ago and had blue eyes, he threw
then both out of his house. It is such a blessing he died in the robbery of his
store. On a happier note, my son's Chow and Eli just turn seven. We have big
party. Aunt Lilly came, and said it was time to tell the story of her sister
adopted Fumiko, who our Mother was names for. Grandma never said her Mother was
adopted, she tried to stopped her Aunt Lilly. But Aunt Lilly said no, it is time
for the younger ones to know their hertiage. You would never tell them. Aunt
Lilly said they were raised like sisters. Fumiko came too lived with when she
was two. Her Father was a Merchant sea Captain and his crew member was Fumiko's
Father and had married a Japanese woman and they had a daughter Fumiko. The
woman died while he was out at sea. His wives' family did not want the mix breed
child of Japanese and Chinese. So my Father took Fumiko on board. Before they
reach home the crew member died of a bad storm one night. He was thrown over
board. Fumiko was an outcast, so my Father took her home to raised. He never
treats us differently. We were never told, my son found my Father's ship log and
he was educated and can read Chinese. He told her. Some words were faded, like
the crew members name, it was Chen then the first name fades out. She said
Fumiko knew the truth of her birth when she was sixteen, her Father told her all
Now I know why Grandma would never talk about her family. She was so upset when
Aunt Lilly told me. But I'm glad she did. Enough secrets and hatred in this
family. It should be out in the open. Eli and Blossom have a daughter two months
ago, now they have five children, Eli wife Pearl was at their oldest sons at the
time, his wife about to give birth.
Write me soon and tell my brother a line or two to me shall not break his
Asked Christie. Pingya, mouth went dry, even as he drank a sip of lemonade.
" A country call Japan is near China. "
He finely manages to say. As he reread the letter to himself.
" The Japanese people look Injun too?"
Sammy asked. He nods.
" Eli has a wife and girlfriend?"
" I was wondering how long it takes you to noticed that?"
Sammy hit his shoulder in fun as he laughed.
" Eli has a wife and cubuine. It accepted in China, mostly by the men. Wives do
not like this practice, but they have no say in the matter."
" Well, don't you get any ideas Pingya!"
" My sister Mei-Mei has not change, she always likes to gossip and write
" Pingya you don't want a second wife?"
Pingya laughed even louder. And shakes his head no.