I promise. But does she not want anyone to know?
I only other person who know.
Okay. Thank you. This helps me understand.
She come to us now.
I looked across the street to see Prija stop on the sidewalk, waiting for a motorbike to pass, then walk toward us.
Oh, no. I have to go. Will you come see me later at that little café?
Yes, of course. But why you go?
Bye for now.
I had to get away. My emotions ran wild. I loved the banter with Prija, but I didnt want her to know that. And her face, so much like the woman locked away in my memory. And now, the revelation that she sold her body to keep her father alive. All this was overloading my simple brain. Like an expanding balloon too big for the inside of my head. Something had to give way.
If I were a drinking man, a stiff shot of whiskey or vodka would do me good. Maybe two shots of each to numb me into oblivion.
I hated what Prija was doing, but I admired her at the same time. Is love so powerful to drive one to self-devastation? If I were in her place, would I do the same? I dont know if I have the strength of character to perform such a life-altering sacrifice. Her young life being used up for the sake of family.
What would I say to her when next we met? Every verbal jab would be blunted by the image of a woman in a wheelchair at the side of a dying man. Were they aware of what she did to earn the money for them? I doubt it. And what of the drunks and louts who like to hurt women? She put not only her health on the line every night, but her life as well.
Ive known her for less than a week, and already Im tangled in her life.
I need to get out of Bangkok, tomorrow. I can write from anywhere. Maybe back to the Amazon. Deep in the rainforest, away from the crush of people. Away from cancer and hookers. There, in jungle silence, no distractions, all I need is a satellite link, a bottle of bug repellant, and I can live out my days in peace.
* * * * *
At 3 a.m. I captured a table and ordered dinner so the waitress wouldnt ask me to leave. If Siskit joined me, she could share the food.
It wasnt long before I heard her sweet voice as she came to the table.
What a charming girl she was, and a good sister for Prija.
I glad you wait for me.
I waved Ringy over. What will you have to drink? I pushed the plate of food toward her. I ordered dinner for us.
Do you have that orange drink fizz? she asked Ringy in Thai.
Oh, yes. You may have the large size. And you, sir, orange fizz?
Yes, please.
I am so hungry, Siskit said.
We chatted in Thai because it was easier for her. I was pleased it came back to me.
She pushed the plate to me. I took a bite.
What is your profession? she asked.
Im a doctor and a writer.
Really? What kind of stories?
All kinds. Adventure, history, romance
Have any of your books been translated into Thai?
No, all in English.
How many books?
Sixteen. Four more in the works. I took another bite and pushed the plate to her. Enough about me. Do you like your job at the export company?
Yes, I love it, but I want to go back to our village in Pattani Province.
I stopped chewing and stared at her.
I miss my family. She pushed the plate back to me. What?
I swallowed, then took a drink. Pattani Province, in the south?
Yes. You know of this place?
You are Muslim?
Yes, Prija, too. We came from a small village.
You dont cover your hair.
Were not devout. We dont even pray five times a day toward Mecca, unless were at home. And then we just go through the motions to please the people there.
Now I was lost again, overwhelmed. Pattani Province. So many years since Id heard those two words spoken. That was to be our destination on my return to Thailand.
What kind of doctor?
What?
I wonder what kind of doctor you are.
Oh, just a doctor.
You said you were here in Bangkok before. She ate a bite of rice curry.
Yes. I held up the empty glass for Ringy to see.
I dont want to answer these questions. But I cant be rude to the girl. Theres no reason for that.
Over fifty years ago.
So long, and you remember how to speak our language.
When I arrived two weeks ago, I had some trouble, but then it began to come back to me.
You speak very well. Why were you here before?
I turned my glass on the table, watching the condensation pool. Such a simple question, Siskit. But the answer is so
I thought you left.
And here comes Prija, I said. Interrupting as usual.
Interrupting what? Prija said as she took a chair and my fresh glass of orange fizz.
An intellectual conversation with my friend.
You have a friend? She laid her cell phone on the table and smiled at Siskit.
I stole her from you. I took my drink from her and sipped. I thought you were working?
I am working.
You wont make any money goofing off here.
I might make money here. From you.
Not very freaking likely, I said.
Hes a doctor, Siskit said. And he has written sixteen books.
What kind of doctor?
Um I took a deep breath and let it go. Gynecologist, I said in English.
What? Siskit asked.
A woman doctor. Prija grinned at me.
Just drop it, okay?
Her phone chimed. Gotta go work. She stood. Stay right there till I get back. Were not finished with this. She hurried away.
Oh, my God, I said. Sometimes I think I should just keep my mouth shut.
Why? You dont like being a woman doctor?
I like it just fine, but Prija is not going to let it go.
Siskit smiled. Youre right about that.
We were talking about you and your job. Are you in sales?
No. My job is logistics.
Sounds complicated.
Not so much. I use software to route goods to fill containers to the maximum capacity, then assign the containers to be loaded on ships going to America and Europe.
She explained about using carton dimensions to calculate the most efficient filling of the containers. Then how to assign containers to ships in a particular order so that the ones to be unloaded first were on top of the stack.
Wow. Thats fascinating. How do you
I have this rash.
And shes back. I ran my hands down my face. Monistat, Prija. Get it at the drug store. You dont need a prescription. Siskit and I were in the middle of a conversation.
About me? She smiled again, third time tonight.
Ive got to get out of here before I spill the whole ugly story.
Ladies, I leaned back in my chair to take money from my pocket, its been fun. I stood. I have to go.
Why do you have to go? Siskit asked.
I need sleep.
Tomorrow is Sunday. No one works, Prija said.
Tomorrow is Sunday. No one works, Prija said.
Some of us have to work every day, I said.
On women or books?
Youre never going to let this go, are you?
She shook her head, grinning.
Im starting a new book tomorrow.
About what?
Its a sad story. You wouldnt like it.
I like to read.
You think you can read?
I read better than you write.
Goodnight, ladies.
Be ready tomorrow evening, Prija said.
Were taking you to a nice restaurant, Siskit said.
I waved over my shoulder as I walked away. I knew they were joking.