Griffin W.E.B.: The Corps 08 - In Dangers Path

I

knew it was too good to be true, too good to last

.

«Good God!»

«Which means we don't have much time.»

«Two days…«

She wrapped her arms around him and fought back the tears.

«I've got to transfer title to all my stuff to you.»

«I don't want anything!»

«You're my wife.»

«I am not.»

«You will be at eleven o'clock tomorrow. Jim Ferneyhough—Father Ferneyhough—at the Anglican Cathedral says he'll marry us, and to hell with getting permission from my colonel or anybody else.»

«But you will be in trouble with the Corps of Marines.»

«Oh, to hell with that, baby.»

note 4

Milla came very close to taking her life the day Ed left Shanghai. When she saw him enter the huge, four-engined Sikorski Pan American Airways «China Clipper,» she was absolutely convinced that she would never see him again. And without Ed, she didn't want to live. Not the way things were now in Shanghai, and certainly not in the Shanghai that was soon to be. Even though Ed was an intelligence officer and should know how things really were, she was sure she knew what really was going to happen better than he did.

Because it had a basement garage, and she wouldn't dare leave the red Pontiac on the street in front of her own apartment, Milla drove from the wharf to Ed's apartment—which by now she had begun to think of as their apartment, their home.

Maybe

, she thought,

it would be best to take my life in our apartment, where we were so happy

.

The bed was still mussed from their last time together. Wondering why she was doing it, she made it over with fresh sheets.

The towel in the bathroom was still damp from his last shower, and he had forgotten to take a half-empty bottle of his aftershave lotion that smelled of limes.

She went so far as to take out the Colt automatic pistol he had left with her, after teaching her how to load and cock and aim it.

Then she decided she would wait until the 4th Marines actually left Shanghai. The advance party, to which Ed was assigned, would fly to Manila to arrange for the arrival of the regiment, which would be moved by ship.

She did not want Ed to receive news that she was dead. But if she took her life before the regiment left, especially in his apartment, it was possible someone would notify him in Manila.

It would be different after the 4th Marines were gone. No one would then care if a Nansen person shot herself in an apartment once occupied by an officer of the 4th Marines.

note 5

Two days before the 4th Marines had finished loading aboard the USS

President Madison

, the ship sent to transport them to Manila, Milla had a visitor in her apartment. It was a Marine, a sergeant. He was short, barrel-chested, round-faced, and stubby-fingered; and her first impression was that he was stupid and crude. Behind him was a flat-faced Chinese woman, with a pair of children in tow—obviously half white—and a third in her arms.

«Mrs. Banning?» he asked.

It was only the second time in her life that she had been so addressed. The English priest at the cathedral had been the first. «May I congratulate you, Mrs. Banning, on your marriage, and offer my best wishes for a long and happy marriage?» he had said, knowing full well how the odds were stacked against that.

«I am Mrs. Banning,» she said.

It was the first time in her life she had ever said that. It sounded strange and made her want to cry.

«Sergeant Zimmerman, ma'am,» he said. «Fourth Marines. This is my woman, Mae Su, and our kids.»

The woman nodded at Milla but did not speak. Milla, somewhat unkindly, thought they were a well-matched pair. Mae Su was built like Zimmerman, short, squat, and muscular, and looked no more intelligent.

«How may I help you, Sergeant?»

«I don't need any help, but Mae Su and the kids are probably going to need some help. Before he left, Killer McCoy said I should get the two of youse together. And before he left, I asked Captain Banning about it, and he said it was a good idea that the two of youse could probably help each other out.»

«Well, if my husband said that, Sergeant, I'll be happy to do anything I can for you,» Milla said, noting what she had said. It was the first time she had ever used the phrase «my husband.»

This is insane. I'm insane. I'm in no position to help anybody. What I need is somebody to help me.

«Okay,» Sergeant Zimmerman said. «The Killer said you was smart and would know how fucked up things are going to get around here once we get on that fucking ship and sail off.»

The Killer said I was smart? Obviously, what has happened here is that Corporal the Killer was boasting to his friend the sergeant that he had met Captain Banning's woman

—

my God, we weren't married when the Killer went to America; that's all I was to him, his Captain's Nansen person equivalent of this Chinese peasant

—

and that the two

women

should get together

.

So why did this sergeant call me Mrs. Banning? Because Ed told him we were married? I don't think so. He just decided that Captain Banning's Nansen person woman would like to be called Mrs. Banning, it would make her feel less like a mistress, less like one more Nansen person whore.

«Exactly what did you have in mind, Sergeant?» Milla asked.

«Nothing now,» he said. «But sure as hell, something will fucking well turn up.»

«Would you like to come in? Can I offer you a cup of tea?»

Sergeant Zimmerman spoke to the woman, repeating her offer in what sounded like perfect Mandarin. The woman shook her head, «no.»

«We don't have much time,» Sergeant Zimmerman said. «We looked for you first over at the Captain's apartment, waited around for you, and then we come here.»

«I see.»

«What I think would be best would be for youse two to get together once I'm gone.»

«Whatever you think is best,» Milla had said. She smiled at Zimmerman's woman, who did not smile back.

Sergeant Zimmerman put out his hand.

«Captain Banning told me I would like you,» he said, and added, «Would it be okay if I told you I think he's one hell of a fucking officer?»

«Of course.»

«And if anybody can get you out of this fucking place, Mrs. Banning, the Captain can. That's the real reason I wanted youse two to meet.»

Could that possibly mean that Ed thought this woman, this Chinese peasant, could help me ?

Sergeant Zimmerman nodded at her, gestured for his woman to turn, and then walked away from Milla's door.

note 6

For reasons she didn't quite understand, Milla got all dressed up before driving Ed's red convertible Pontiac to the Yangtze River wharf to watch the 4th Marines sail away from Shanghai aboard the

President Madison

.

She was not, she saw, the only Marine's woman to come to the wharf to watch her man—and her future—sail away. At least twenty Chinese women were there, many of them with children, as well as four white women, two of them with children. She recognized two of them, and presumed all four were Russians. They looked as desperate and pathetic as she felt.

She also saw Sergeant Zimmerman, leaning on the rail of the ship, and his woman and their three children on the wharf.

As the lines tying the ship to the wharf were loosened and picked up, and the

President Madison

began, just perceptibly, to move away, a sudden impulse sent Milla out of the Pontiac, and she found herself walking to Sergeant Zimmerman's woman.

The woman nodded to her but didn't speak.

When Sergeant Zimmerman waved, Milla waved back. His woman—Milla remembered her name now, Mae Su—waved just once, and then just stood there, watching as the distance between the ship and the wharf grew.