House of Trembling Leaves, The (50 page)

‘‘I've come to see you. After all these years I finally made it.'' She tried to sound cheerful. ‘‘Mabel's waiting for you too.''

The woman blinked. Her face resembled a deflated beach ball. Perturbed, she turned away.

Lu See persisted. ‘‘Pumpkin-head. It's me, Lu See.''

But to no avail. Slowly and deliberately, the woman turned and, walking with heavy steps, retreated from Lu See across the worn rug. When she reached her chair she sank back down, flecks of froth gathering on her lips.

Lu See watched the woman close her eyes, bowed by the weight of her illness.

A knuckle of despair lodged in Lu See's throat. A dull ache bloomed in her chest. She rubbed a hand down her face and had a sudden mental picture of having to explain this to Mabel. Perhaps if she went to fetch one of the younger nuns, she might be able to help?

Then all of a sudden a chastising voice from behind boomed in her ears. ‘‘You cuckoo-clocks crazy if you think that me! She 68-years-old, lah!''

Lu See spun round.

At first the shaven head took her by surprise. But then she registered the face, which was flat and furrowed with a crimp of anxiety between the eyes. It was undoubtedly her. It was Sum Sum.

Lu See stretched out her hands, taking Sum Sum by the forearms; Sum Sum's fingers reached out to hold hers in return. Touching her skin, thought Lu See, was like touching her own flesh. It was the best feeling in the world.

They held onto one another for a long time. They hugged so hard their bones made clicking noises. Hinges creaking, hearts pounding, their lips parted into wide smiles.

Then, laughing, they looked into each others' eyes as though they were nineteen again.

‘‘You look tip-top well,'' said Sum Sum.

‘‘You've always been a terrible liar. Look at the skin of my neck, resembles somebody's crumpled bedsheets.''

‘‘
Aiyo!
What about me? My face so lined it looks like it made from jungle vines.''

‘‘Nonsense, your skin's still as smooth as mutton fat. Not too sure about the hairstyle though.''

Sum Sum ran the palm of her hand over her bare scalp. ‘‘Why must you talk such crazy-crackpot things after all these years?'

Lu See's soul overflowed with elation.

This was Sum Sum, her Sum Sum.

They'd both dreamed of this moment for over a quarter-century. Spilling over with happiness, Lu See squeezed Sum Sum's arm again as if to make sure it was real, that she was real.

And then, quite unexpectedly, the two women burst into tears.

 

A little later they sat with Mabel in the communal living room. For a long while Mabel and Sum Sum stared openly at each other in fascination, like baffled, spellbound aliens from separate worlds meeting for the very first time.

‘‘I brought you something,'' said Lu See eventually, breaking the silence.

Draping her blue prayer beads round her wrist, Sum Sum accepted the Tupperware box. She was dressed like all the other nuns, in a maroon wrap-around shirt called a
dhonka
and matching skirt, together with dark socks and sandals.

‘‘What's this, lah?'' She prised open the lid. ‘‘
Aiyooo!
I recognize these, they're rosemary shortcakes!''

‘‘You invented the recipe. I remember you used to eat two or three in one sitting.''

‘‘
Aiyo!
They smell wonderful. Can I try?''

‘‘Of course, they're for you.''

Sum Sum took a tiny bite, nibbling at it like a squirrel. She cupped a hand under her chin as the crumbs fell from her mouth, making ‘
Mmmmmmm
' sounds like a child licking ice cream from a spoon.

‘‘And this is a photograph of my future husband,'' said Mabel.

‘‘I bet he is magazine-cover handsome, no?'' Sum Sum rubbed her eyes and focused hard on the image. ‘‘Looks strong like a yak. How long have you been engaged?''

‘‘Only a few days,'' Mabel conceded with a smile. ‘‘He proposed on the morning I left.''

‘‘Mabel is going to marry a surgeon,'' said Lu See, unable to keep the pride from her voice.

‘‘Wah,'' Sum Sum declared with approval, her eyes radiant.

Then Lu See kept quiet for a while. She watched how attentive and polite Mabel and Sum Sum were with one another, both desperate to make a good first impression. She noted how they tried to make a connection, tentatively holding hands, touching fingers, leaving impressions on the skin shaped like expectant joy. Between them though still nestled a pile of unuttered questions that neither was yet bold enough to ask.

A younger nun came up to them and handed out cups of yak butter tea.

Sum Sum introduced her. ‘‘This is my friend Tormam.'' Tormam bowed her head. ‘‘She saved my life many times when walking from Tibet.''

‘‘Actually, it was Sengemo who saved my life. I was lost and she tracked my footsteps and found me.''

Sum Sum took a slurp of tea. ‘‘You like our national drink?'' She said to Mabel with a mischievous smile.

Mabel nodded with laughing eyes. ‘‘Like drinking a thick cup of oily mud.''

Sum Sum launched into a story about eating stinky cheese in England. It made Mabel laugh. And for the first time Lu See realized how much they looked alike, how their smiles were the same, sloping gradually from left to right.

‘‘Hey, you still painting-painting?'' Sum Sum asked Lu See.

‘‘Oh, yes, I almost forgot.'' She reached across and unzipped her art portfolio case. One by one she removed the individual portraits of Mabel – acrylics, watercolours, even the odd oil. ‘‘You know, many years ago we had to abandon the big house, Tamarind Hill. I was forced to leave a number of things behind. But not these. These I have kept in a safe deposit box in the bank. They are more precious to me than money or jewellery. These pictures are my life.'' She handed them to Sum Sum. ‘‘Which is why I'm giving them to you.''

‘‘By Dharmakaya heaven! They are wonderful!'' She clicked her tongue just to show how wonderful.

‘‘There's one for almost every year of Mabel's life, documenting her growth.''
It's a pictorial journal of all the times you missed.
‘‘Look, this is the first one I ever did of Mabel. A pencil sketch when she was less than three months old. I was on ship, returning from England.''

Mabel and Sum Sum leaned in close, holding the portrait between them like an umbilicus.

‘‘
Aiyo Sami!
What a funny little nose you had!''

Mabel's eyes filled with a child's delight. ‘‘Me? Look who's talking, I got it from you.''

They burst out laughing, rocking each other with their giggles.

 

Lu See excused herself. When the ache in her stomach was bad she always wanted to be alone. She found a small, abandoned room and sat down by the narrow window in a gold rectangle of light. Clutching at her insides, drawing in gasps of breath, she felt a cold perspiration form across her forehead.

‘‘Are you unwell?''

Lu See glanced up and saw Tormam at the door. The shy-faced nun entered the small room and placed a reassuring hand on Lu See's back. After several moments, Lu See explained her symptoms, her frustrations, her disheartening inability to find a cure.

Tormam's hand went to Lu See's abdomen; she made slow sliding motions with her palm; it felt warm and soothing. ‘‘We will sit together later and review not only the outward symptoms but the inner ones too. Let me first prepare a cooling remedy that promotes digestion. There are many herbs here that can be of use,'' she said, reassuringly. ‘‘Many, many herbs.''

‘‘Do you think you can help me?''

Tormam's voice was like a balm. ‘‘There are no incurable diseases, only incurable people. If your mind is willing, we will heal you.'' She placed a set of prayer beads in Lu See's hand.

Lu See shut her eyes.

Outside, cloud-trails marked the sky. The sun glanced off the shiny wing of an alpine bird.

Lu See opened her eyes and looked out through the narrow window and saw Sum Sum and Mabel strolling together, hand in hand, across the lawn. They were still laughing.

A long time ago, Second-aunty Doris had told Lu See that life was not made up of days or weeks or years but of moments. This was one of those moments.

Remember, keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the trembling leaves will stay away.
Lu See smiled.

The prayer beads dazzled like orbs of blackened honey. She felt an inner glow of well-being. She had no regrets.

Her eyes grew bright and moist, like sun shining through spring raindrops. Finally, after years of being half of a whole, she was complete again. Full and round and whole once more.