Kerry Young - Pao

Miss Cicely’s funeral surprise me. Not because the church was so full, I sorta expected that, but because people had come from all over the island to pay their last respects.

There was people from Ocho Rios, who remember Miss Cicely from when Henry open his first shop and she used to spend Saturday mornings giving away food to the poor. There was people from Port Maria, where Miss Cicely’s mother come from, that she used to write letters to and, from time to time, send money to help ease their way. There was people from Montego Bay and Port Antonio that she meet through her various church gatherings and there was a whole load of Methodist ministers from all over the island.

Plus, there was the people I expected to see, the well-off of Kingston, or what was left of them anyway.

Fay didn’t come though. But that didn’t surprise me none, since there was no love lost between the two of them. Karl I knew for sure wouldn’t bother with it, but I sorta half fancy that maybe Mui would make the journey. But she didn’t.

A few days after the funeral Daphne call me to say she want to see me ’bout Miss Cicely’s will. When I go up to Lady Musgrave Road she sitting on the veranda with a bottle of Appleton by her side. When I walk up to her, she pour me a drink, but it look like she not drinking nothing herself. She tell me that Miss Cicely leave me all the supermarkets and wholesalers and wine merchants. And that she leave the house and contents, and a pile of money in the bank, to split between her and Fay.

I look at Daphne how tired she seem. Like her whole body sagging. Not that she big, because she is a trim woman. It more like the weight of her misery dragging her down. And then I think to myself that in all the years I know her, I never actually take her in before. But now I see she got a kind face. It sad, but it gentle and it sorta caring. Daphne would be the one to look after yu, even if every day yu would want to say to her ‘lively up yourself nuh’.

‘I feel honoured that Miss Cicely think so highly of me.’

‘It didn’t surprise me. She was always very fond of you, Pao, you must have known that. And in any case, you are the one who has been working so hard all of these years to make those businesses a success. It is only fair after all.’

I didn’t say nothing. I just wait because she look like maybe there was something else she want to say. Or maybe something she want me to say to her. A kind of wish that she was holding her breath for. But I wasn’t saying nothing. I still not forgive her for the business over Stanley’s address.

Daphne start up again, ‘I have no problem with any of that. My problem is that all of the money is in Jamaican dollars, and even if I manage to get a good price for this house there will be sizeable taxes and difficulties in getting the money off the island.’

‘What yu mean off the island?’

‘I want to go to England to be with Fay.’

She surprise me but then I think, well she not got nothing here anyway. So I say OK and I arrange to take the house off Daphne and have all the money change into US dollars. And then Margy move it to London and convert it to sterling. I give Daphne a good rate as well, better than the bank, and I didn’t keep no commission for myself. I reckon it was the least I could do for Fay.

Daphne so happy when she get to London and look in her bank account she ring me straight away to say thank you. Just before she hang up the telephone I say, ‘Say hello to Fay for me.’

It wasn’t till after Daphne leave Jamaica that Ethyl tell me that the first time I go visit Miss Cicely after she take sick, Daphne had the whole house in a state of excitement. She had the maids dusting and sweeping, and washing and scrubbing every inch of every ornament, every lamp and shade, every table, chair, sideboard, bedstead, wardrobe, dressing table, windowsill, skirting board, window shutter, wooden floor. Every toilet, sink and bathtub. Every cupboard door, glass pane, veranda rail and balustrade. Every doorknob and hinge. Every photo frame, picture and wall hanging. There was that much to do.

Daphne had Edmond clear and spruce up the garden. Trim the lawn and tennis court. Cut back the bougainvillaea. Weed the rose beds. Sweep up the mangoes from under the tree. Cut hibiscus and red ginger for the vases in the house.

She had Ethyl throw open every window to give the house a good airing, and position two wicker armchairs next to each other on the veranda with one of them occasional table in between. And she had Ethyl place a ashtray and box of matches next to the cigars that she instruct Edmond to buy for her the day before.

She had them shop for oysters and she get them make fresh hot red-pepper sauce. She even have Edmond wash and polish the Wong maroon Mercedes so that it could stand proud and gleaming in the driveway.

Then she sit on the veranda, in Miss Cicely’s favourite chair, and wait. Ethyl tell me that Daphne wait there till the midday sun pass over. She wait till the afternoon shower come and gone. She wait till the smell of cool rain on hot grass fade and the sound of crickets begin to threaten. That was when I finally show up and the whole house breathe a mighty sigh of relief.

‘You don’t remember nothing ’bout it?’

‘No, Ethyl, I don’t. I remember I was later than I wanted to be, and I remember standing on the veranda steps with her asking me if I wanted to take some sorrel with her. But my arms was full of chocolates and grapenut ice cream for Miss Cicely and I didn’t want to stop. I just tell her I want to go straight through and she step aside so I could go into the house.’

And then with Ethyl telling me all of this, I cast my mind back to the morning I go take Daphne to the airport, and how she hug me so long and close I thought she wasn’t going let me go.

I sell the Wong house to a property developer who turn it into a nice little hotel with the swimming pool and tennis court and everything, even though they rip up the grass and put down a hard court because they didn’t want the expense of having to water it and tend it all the time in that heat.

I ask Gloria if she want the house before I sell it and she say no. And then she say to me, ‘What I would like is a little place on the north coast. Back off the road, in one of them little coves outside Ocho Rios where Esther can bring our grandchildren and we can be together and relax like a family.’

When we go up to Ochie to look for a house it turn out Gloria already know the place she want. It in a little cove, just like she describe it, with a private beach and a nice veranda looking out to sea. It small but it nice and fresh with the breeze blowing through it. And not only does Gloria know the exact house but the caretaker know her by name. It turn out that the house belong to Henry Wong. It still in his name even though him been dead all these years because nobody in Kingston don’t know nothing ’bout him owning it. So the sale complicated, but it Jamaica, so I pay the realtor and him fix things just fine. When I go sign the papers my mind reflect back to when Henry was laying sick in the Chinese Sanatorium and how Hampton tell me one day that he think him see Gloria up there and when I ask him who she visiting him say him dunno because him only see her in the car park. But I didn’t say nothing to Gloria because it seem to me that whatever happen between them was all a long time ago. And anyway, like Sun Tzu say, ‘ Do not linger in desolate ground .’

I get a phone call from Gloria. Esther have the baby and it a girl. ‘We have a beautiful granddaughter,’ she tell me.

When I go see Esther and the baby, Gloria is there and she look proud and beautiful. She look more beautiful than the baby, because in truth I never seen a beautiful baby. Them always look sorta wrinkled to me. Not that I seen that many babies, but anyway.