‘How come all the furniture’s new? Even though there was someone there before?’
‘Just is,’ Leo said.
I shrugged again. ‘Whatever.’
When I returned to my room I put the books on the desk and did an internet search on John Chen. It was a very common name and produced more than a million hits. When I narrowed it with his address, ‘One Black Road, Peak’, I found a news story in the English newspaper, a translation of an article in one of the Chinese tabloids. Apparently Mr Chen’s building was widely considered to be haunted because many people had seen dragons flying around the top floor. The reporter had asked the opinion of a number of local experts in the supernatural. Three said it was because the building was cursed; two said it was because the building had exceptionally good luck; and one said it was the spirit of a dragon that had died when the building was constructed.
I shrugged, and opened the large compendium of Chinese gods. It was a good one; the introduction explained how Chinese mythology was a mishmash of Confucian precepts, Taoist alchemy and Buddhist philosophy. All three religions existed side by side in Chinese society (although Confucianism was widely regarded as a set of social rules rather than a true religion). Confucianism had sets of gods that were rather like saints: deified humans. Buddhism taught reincarnation and karma, and the eternal search for freedom of the soul and attainment of Nirvana; but there were also Buddhist gods who returned to Earth to help people attain Nirvana themselves.
I found Taoism the most interesting. Taoism’s basic principle was similar to Buddhism, in the search for the Tao, or the Way, and attainment of Immortality, something similar to Nirvana. But Taoism also taught a variety of ways to gain Immortality, including physical and elemental alchemy and magic.
I put the book down and returned to unpacking the last of my stuff from the boxes. I didn’t really have much to show for my four years in Hong Kong; I’d never had space to store very much in any of the places I’d lived. But it looked as though my life had taken a turn for the better: a tremendously attractive employer and his daughter, who was a delight to be with.
Later in the afternoon the door slammed and Simone yelled, ‘Is Emma here?’
I went out to find them taking their shoes off at the front door, Simone and Mr Chen together. He hadn’t taken his sword, he’d left it on its hooks near the front door. Simone carefully put her little shoes in the shoe cupboard, then did the same for her father. He watched her with delight, then smiled at me. He looked right into my eyes, and for a split second those gorgeous dark eyes hypnotised me; then Simone charged to tackle me, nearly knocking me over.
‘Hello, Emma!’ she yelled. ‘Are you here all the time now?’
I bent and picked her up, warm with pleasure at the thought of being full-time with her. ‘Yes, sweetheart, I’m all yours.’
She threw her little arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Then she rested her forehead against mine and looked seriously into my eyes. ‘Good.’
She wriggled out of my arms and took my hand. ‘Have you seen everything?’
‘Yes I have, Simone. Leo showed me around.’
She screwed up her face. ‘I’m hungry.’
‘Dinner will be soon, Simone, don’t ruin your appetite,’ Mr Chen said from the doorway where he was watching us with amusement. ‘Did Leo tell you about meals, Miss Donahoe?’
‘No, sir.’
‘When I am home at dinner time, we’ll have a family dinner together – me and Simone, you and Leo. We can discuss what we’ve done during the day. Is that acceptable?’
‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Will I be able to go out occasionally? I’m supposed to be having dinner with some friends this evening. I usually go out on Saturday night.’
‘Of course. We don’t want to impinge too much on your private life. If you want to have dinner with someone outside, of course, go.’
Louise didn’t bring a guy along for me for a change. She seemed to know every unattached male in Hong Kong and constantly set me up. Sometimes it worked and I would spend a few months in a pleasant casual relationship; sometimes it didn’t and I was left to my own devices. Either way suited me just fine. I couldn’t keep a relationship in Hong Kong for long anyway; people were always coming and going.
We all drank far too much and stayed well past our welcome in the Thai restaurant in Wan Chai, but we continued to order food so the staff tolerated us.
‘You should go and see Miss Kwok,’ April said. ‘You should have talked to me if you were unhappy there. She’s very upset that you left.’
‘Of course she’s upset.’ I sipped my beer. ‘She’ll lose half the kids without me working there.’
Louise’s blue eyes sparkled. ‘Don’t go back to working for that bitch, Emma. You can do better.’
April was offended. ‘Don’t be mean. Miss Kwok is a nice person. She’s very rich; you should respect her.’
‘You’re just saying that because your fiancé’s related to her,’ Louise said. ‘She doesn’t even pay you to fix the computers at the kindergarten.’
‘How is Andy anyway?’ I said, attempting to change the subject.
‘The wedding’s all planned – we’ll have it with my family in Sydney.’ April was obviously happy. ‘I’m looking forward to it. My family is so pleased. Andy’s family are very wealthy. Very prestigious.’
‘God,’ Louise said under her breath.
‘When is it?’ I tried to appear interested, but I agreed with Louise. Andy was always perfectly polite to us but there was something about him that I just didn’t like.
‘Next month.’ April leaned back and smiled with satisfaction. ‘It was easy to get a ceremony on a good day in Australia. The date will be very auspicious.’
‘God,’ Louise whispered again.
April didn’t seem to hear her. ‘I’m going to the temple tomorrow to get the…’ she hesitated, searching for the English word, ‘blessing from the ancestors.’
‘Which temple?’ I said, interested.
‘The one in Pokfulam.’
‘The one in the cemetery?’ Louise said.
April nodded.
‘Can I come along and have a look?’ I said.
April shrugged. ‘Sure. Not much to see, though, just tablets. Ancestors and stuff.’
‘What time?’
‘After yum cha. About twelve, one.’
‘Can I meet you there?’
April nodded, then leaned forward and rapped her fingertips on the table. ‘You should go back to Miss Kwok, Emma. She says she needs you at the kindergarten. Go ask the fortune sticks. They’ll tell you that you should stay with her.’
‘I already have a new job.’
‘But you only resigned yesterday,’ April said.
‘She moved out today,’ Louise said. ‘Fastest damn thing I’ve ever seen.’
‘You’ll be live-in?’ April said.
‘Yep,’ I said. ‘Live-in nanny.’
‘You can do better than that, Emma. Go back to Miss Kwok.’
‘You kidding?’ Louise said. ‘Nearly forty thousand