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"The TV said the snakehead was the Ghost."
Chang replied that it was and that he'd tried to kill them even after they came ashore.
"Then we will have to be very careful. I will not mention your name to anyone. But I have people around the shop who will be curious about you. I had thought you should start work right away but now, with the Ghost . . . It would be better to wait. Maybe next week. Or the week after. I'll train you then. Do you know about American printing equipment?"
Chang shook his head no. In China he'd been a professor of art and culture--until his dissident status had gotten him fired. Just like the displaced, and despised, artists who'd lost their jobs during the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s, Chang had been forced to do "right-thinking" work--labor. And like many of the calligraphers and artists from that earlier era he'd gotten a job as a printer. But he'd operated only outdated Chinese or Russian presses.
They spoke for a time about life in China and life here. Then Tan wrote out directions to the shop and the hours Chang and his son would be working. He asked to meet William.
Chang opened the door to the boy's bedroom. He stared--first in surprise, then in dismay--at the empty room. William was not there.
He turned to Mei-Mei. "Where is our son?"
"He was in the bedroom. I didn't see him leave."
Chang strode to the back door and found it was unlocked. William had left it unlatched when he'd snuck out.
No!
The backyard was empty. The alleyway behind it too. He returned to the living room. He asked Tan, "Where would a teenage boy go around here?"
"He speaks English?"
"Better than we do."
"At the corner there's a Starbucks, do you know them?"
"Yes, the coffee place."
"A lot of Chinese teenagers go there. He won't say anything about the Dragon, will he?"
Chang said, "No, I'm sure. He knows the danger."
Tan, who had children himself, said, "He'll be your biggest problem. He'll watch that"--gesturing at the television set--"and want everything he sees on it. Video games and cars and clothes. And he'll want them without working for them. Because in the television you see people have things, you don't see them earning them. You came all this way, you survived the Atlantic Ocean, you survived the Ghost. Don't get deported because the police arrest your son for shoplifting and turn him over to the INS."
Chang understood what the man was saying but was panicking at the moment, not able to concentrate on the advice. The Ghost might have bangshous all over the streets here. Or men who would sell their whereabouts to him. "I must go find my boy now."
He and Tan walked outside to the sidewalk. Tan pointed him toward the corner, where the coffee shop was located. "I'll leave you now. Be strong with your son. Now that he's here it will be far more difficult. But you must control him."
Chang kept his head down as he walked past the cheap apartments, Laundromats, delicatessens, restaurants and stores. This neighborhood was less congested than Manhattan's Chinatown, sidewalks wider, fewer people on the streets. More than half the people here were Asian but the population was mixed: Chinese, Vietnamese and Korean. There were many Hispanics too and a number of Indians and Pakistanis. Hardly any whites.
He glanced into the shops as he walked past and didn't see his son in any of them.
He prayed to Chen-wu that the boy had merely gone for a walk by himself and that he hadn't met someone and told them how they'd come here--perhaps trying to impress a girl.
A small park--no sign of him.
A restaurant. Nothing.
He walked into the Starbucks coffee shop and a number of cautious teenagers and complacent old men glanced at the immigrant's troubled face. William was not here. Chang ducked out quickly.
Then, happening to glance down a dim alley, he saw his son. The boy was talking with two young Chinese men, both wearing black leather jackets. Their hair was long and high, swept back with spray or oil. William handed one of them something Chang couldn't see. The man nodded to his friend and slipped a small bag into William's hand. Then the two turned quickly and walked back down the alley. William looked into the bag, examining what he'd just received, then stuffed it into his pocket. No! Chang thought in shock. What was this? Drugs. His son was buying drugs?
Chang ducked back out of the alley and, when his son stepped out, grabbed the shocked boy by his arm and pressed him against the wall.
"How could you do this?" Chang demanded.
"Leave me alone."
