Kylie Chan - Red Phoenix

‘Ocean Park, Charlie,’ Simone said, pointing across the bay to the peninsula on the other side. Deep Water Bay gave a good view of the cable car that wound around the peninsula of Ocean Park.

‘Would you like to go there with me? Before I go back to London?’ Charlie said.

‘No,’ Simone said. ‘I don’t like Ocean Park. I went with Leo and Monica before Emma came, and bad things happened. I don’t like it.’

‘What happened?’ Michael asked me softly.

‘One of the dolphins was sick and talked to her,’ I said, matching his low tones. ‘It cried for her help, and she couldn’t do anything.’

‘I hate Ocean Park,’ Simone said.

The road outside the car park at Repulse Bay was blocked with people queuing to go into the car park, even though it was full.

‘If queuing ever becomes an Olympic sport, Hong Kong will win all the medals,’ Michael said.

Simone giggled. ‘That’s funny.’

The traffic jam finally cleared and we passed the beach to the far south side of the island. Fortunately Stanley wasn’t too packed; everybody was at the beach. I found a place to park and we all piled out.

‘You know your way around, Charlie?’ I said.

‘I haven’t been here in a while, ma’am, but I think I remember. The market isn’t very big, anyway.’

‘Let’s just wander around and see what we find. Stay close to Simone, Michael.’ I glanced around at them. ‘While we’re in there, guys, can we drop the “Lady” and “ma’am” stuff, please? It’ll attract unnecessary attention. Just Emma, okay?’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Charlie and Michael said in unison, and I sighed.

‘Can I call you Mummy?’ Simone said brightly.

I felt like I’d been hit in the stomach.

I knelt on one knee and took both Simone’s hands in mine. ‘Simone, darling, I’m not your mummy. Your mummy was married to your daddy. She died. I’m not your mummy, so you can’t call me that. It wouldn’t be right.’

‘Okay.’ She wasn’t fazed; it obviously wasn’t an issue for her. ‘When you marry Daddy, can I call you Mummy then?’

I brushed some hair from her eyes. I would love her to, I really would. I doubted I’d ever have children of my own; I’d probably be too old when John returned for me. If he did return for me. She was the closest thing I would ever have. ‘No, Simone. It wouldn’t be right.’

‘Okay, Emma.’ Her little face was serious. ‘I would like to, you know. But if you don’t want me to, that’s fine.’ She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. She released me and took Charlie’s hand. ‘Let’s go.’

I rose. ‘One more thing, Simone.’

She smiled up at me.

‘If you sense any demons, let us know straightaway, okay? Just say “bad people” or something.’

Simone dropped Charlie’s hand and put her little hands on her hips, tilting her head with impatience. ‘Of course I will, silly Emma.’ She took Charlie’s hand again. ‘Let’s go.’

I saw Michael’s face. He had watched Simone’s little performance with something approaching contempt. He noticed me and nodded, professional again.

We walked down the narrow hill to Stanley market, which was a maze of narrow laneways winding through the village. Each stall had an awning, and the awnings stretched from one side of the lane to the other, giving the impression of being indoors.

‘I haven’t been here in a long time, Emma,’ Charlie said. ‘I think it was better when I came before. Everything seems more expensive now.’

‘It’s still cheaper than London for this sort of thing, though, isn’t it?’ I said.

‘You can’t even buy this sort of thing in London. And everything’s cheaper than London, Emma,’ she said. ‘London’s nearly as expensive as Hong Kong.’

‘Nowhere’s as expensive as Hong Kong,’ I said. ‘Everything costs more here.’

‘Not Chinese vegetables,’ she shot back, and we laughed together.

Charlie bought some touristy T-shirts for her nieces and nephews back in London, and some little Chinese toys. She found some nice handicrafts for her other relatives: cloisonné and ceramics. One stall had some delightful Chinese papercuts under a pile of old magazines and she bought them all.

‘You should go to China Products in Central as well,’ I said. ‘No, hold on, there’s one in Wan Chai. Next time I go down to the building in Wan Chai, I’ll drop you at the China Products there. You’ll be able to find some really good stuff.’

‘That’s a good idea, Emma. Whenever it suits you should be fine.’

‘I’m teaching Monday. Come with me. I’ll take Simone to the Academy and drop you at the store. You should be fine by yourself. No danger if you’re not with Simone; they know you’re not trained and it’s not honourable to go after you.’

‘Thanks, Emma.’ Charlie reached out and squeezed my hand. ‘I appreciate it.’

‘Not a problem.’ I stopped at a raised step outside one of the shops. ‘Sit here and have a drink of water, it’s very hot.’

‘I’ll buy some cold water, ma’am,’ Michael said, and trotted down the hill to a hole-in-the-wall shop selling drinks and snacks. He returned with some mineral water for everybody. The water bottles were already soaked with condensation from the humidity. Charlie lowered herself to sit on the step and fanned her face, then placed the bottle of water on her flushed cheek.

‘It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,’ she said.

‘Take your time. Rest. You have a drink too, Simone.’

‘At least it’s cloudy,’ Charlie said. ‘If the sun was out it would be impossible.’

I shrugged. ‘That’s summer in Hong Kong.’

‘You’re used to it?’

‘I don’t think anybody ever gets used to it.’

‘So what do you do?’

‘Be like Daddy,’ Simone said cheekily. She waved her bottle of water. ‘Stay inside in the air conditioning, and if you go out, have a shower straightaway when you’re inside again.’

We had dinner at home before Leo took us to Temple Street.

‘Sir on the phone, ma’am,’ Monica said through the door between the dining room and the kitchen.

I put my chopsticks down, went into the kitchen and took the call on the phone next to the door.

John sounded close to the end of his patience. ‘I could really use you down here, Emma. The Generals are being particularly difficult; there are some major problems in the Northern Heavens because I never go there any more. It’s like taking the battery out of a toy or something. No energy up there. All the trees are dying.’

‘We’re going to Temple Street, John. I’m needed to guard.’

‘It will be very busy, you won’t be at much risk from demons.’

‘It’s not just demons I’m worried about. You know the sort of stuff that goes on down there.’

He sounded amused. ‘That’s just an excuse and you know it.’

‘Simone needs me.’

‘All right, you’re out of it just this once. But next time they’re giving me hell you’re coming to help me out. You can’t avoid this forever, it will be your responsibility too. Okay?’

‘Yes, my Lord. And speak English.’

‘Damn,’ he said softly, and hung up.

I sat in the back of the big car with Charlie and Simone. Michael rode shotgun next to Leo. Temple Street market was in Kowloon, across the harbour in Yau Ma Tei district.

Leo drove us down the hill between the highrises of Wan Chai and into Causeway Bay. The road flanked the north shore of the island, four lanes each way. At Causeway Bay we entered the Cross-Harbour Tunnel. Two more lanes merged with the existing four, then everybody had to take turns to enter the two tunnel lanes. Leo inched through the traffic and poked the nose of the Mercedes into the next lane to grab his space; it wouldn’t be handed to him. Anybody who sat back and waited for someone to politely let them into a lane could quite easily become a target of road rage. Everybody pushed; but as John had said, there was method in the madness.