her parents. They sat in mutinous silence throughout the drive home.
Their terrace house was swarming with pregnant cats and black dogs.
“Only six dogs,” said Vivian’s mother when Vivian pointed this out. “Because got five cats. Your sister thought it’s a good idea to have more dogs than cats.”
“But why do we have so many cats?” said Vivian. “I thought you don’t like to have animals in the house.”
“Nai Nai collected the cats,” said Vivian’s sister. “She started before she passed away. Pregnant cats only.”
“Wei Yi,” said Vivian. “How are you?”
“I’m OK. Vivian,” said Wei Yi. Her eyes glittered.
She’d stopped calling Vivian jie jie some time after Vivian left home. Vivian minded this less than the way she said “Vivian” as though it were a bad word.
But after all, Vivian reminded herself, Wei Yi was seventeen. She was practically legally required to be an arsehole.
“Why did Nai Nai want the pregnant cats?” Vivian tried to make her voice pleasant.
“Hai, don’t need to talk so much,” said their mother hastily. “Lin—Vivian so tired. Vivian, you go and change first, then we go for dinner. Papa will start complaining soon if not.”
It was during an outing to a prayer goods store, while Vivian’s mother was busy buying joss sticks, that her mother’s friend turned to Vivian and said,
“So a lot of things to do in your house now ah?”
Vivian was shy to say she knew nothing about what preparations were afoot. As her mother’s eldest it would only have been right for her to have been her mother’s first support in sorting out the funeral arrangements.
“No, we are having a very simple funeral,” said Vivian. “Nai Nai didn’t believe in religion so much.”
This was not a lie. The brutal fact was that Nai Nai had been an atheist with animist leanings, in common with most witches. Vivian’s mother preferred not to let this be known, less out of a concern that her mother would be outed as a witch, than because of the stale leftover fear that she would be considered a Communist.
“But what about the dog cat all that?” said Auntie Wendy. “Did it work? Did your sister manage to keep her in the coffin?”
Vivian’s mind whirred to a stop. Then it started up again, buzzing louder than ever.
Ma was righteously indignant when Vivian reproached her.
“You live so long overseas, why you need to know?” said Ma. “Don’t worry. Yi Yi is handling it. Probably Nai Nai was not serious anyway.”
“Not serious about what?”
“Hai, these old people have their ideas,” said Ma. “Nai Nai live in KL so long, she still want to go home. Not that I don’t want to please her. If it was anything else . . . but even if she doesn’t have pride for herself, I am her daughter. I have pride for her!”
“Nai Nai wanted to be buried in China?” said Vivian, puzzled.
“China what China! Your Nai Nai is from Penang lah,” said Ma. “Your Yeh Yeh is also buried in Bukit Tambun there. But even if he’s my father, the way he treat my mother, I don’t think they should be buried together.”
Vivian began to understand. “But Ma, if she said she wanted to be with him—”
“It’s not what she wants! It’s just her idea of propriety,” said Ma. “She thinks woman must always stay by the husband no matter what. I don’t believe that! Nai Nai will be buried here and when her children pass on we will be buried with her. It’s more comfortable for her, right? To have her loved ones around her?”
“But if Nai Nai didn’t think so?”
Ma’s painted eyebrows drew together.
“Nai Nai is a very stubborn woman,” she said.
Wei Yi was being especially teenaged that week. She went around with lightning frizzing her hair and stormclouds rumbling about her ears. Her clothes stood away from her body, stiff with electricity. The cats hissed and the dogs whined when she passed.
When she saw the paper offerings their mother had bought for Nai Nai,
Their terrace house was swarming with pregnant cats and black dogs.
“Only six dogs,” said Vivian’s mother when Vivian pointed this out. “Because got five cats. Your sister thought it’s a good idea to have more dogs than cats.”
“But why do we have so many cats?” said Vivian. “I thought you don’t like to have animals in the house.”
“Nai Nai collected the cats,” said Vivian’s sister. “She started before she passed away. Pregnant cats only.”
“Wei Yi,” said Vivian. “How are you?”
“I’m OK. Vivian,” said Wei Yi. Her eyes glittered.
She’d stopped calling Vivian jie jie some time after Vivian left home. Vivian minded this less than the way she said “Vivian” as though it were a bad word.
But after all, Vivian reminded herself, Wei Yi was seventeen. She was practically legally required to be an arsehole.
“Why did Nai Nai want the pregnant cats?” Vivian tried to make her voice pleasant.
“Hai, don’t need to talk so much,” said their mother hastily. “Lin—Vivian so tired. Vivian, you go and change first, then we go for dinner. Papa will start complaining soon if not.”
It was during an outing to a prayer goods store, while Vivian’s mother was busy buying joss sticks, that her mother’s friend turned to Vivian and said,
“So a lot of things to do in your house now ah?”
Vivian was shy to say she knew nothing about what preparations were afoot. As her mother’s eldest it would only have been right for her to have been her mother’s first support in sorting out the funeral arrangements.
“No, we are having a very simple funeral,” said Vivian. “Nai Nai didn’t believe in religion so much.”
This was not a lie. The brutal fact was that Nai Nai had been an atheist with animist leanings, in common with most witches. Vivian’s mother preferred not to let this be known, less out of a concern that her mother would be outed as a witch, than because of the stale leftover fear that she would be considered a Communist.
“But what about the dog cat all that?” said Auntie Wendy. “Did it work? Did your sister manage to keep her in the coffin?”
Vivian’s mind whirred to a stop. Then it started up again, buzzing louder than ever.
Ma was righteously indignant when Vivian reproached her.
“You live so long overseas, why you need to know?” said Ma. “Don’t worry. Yi Yi is handling it. Probably Nai Nai was not serious anyway.”
“Not serious about what?”
“Hai, these old people have their ideas,” said Ma. “Nai Nai live in KL so long, she still want to go home. Not that I don’t want to please her. If it was anything else . . . but even if she doesn’t have pride for herself, I am her daughter. I have pride for her!”
“Nai Nai wanted to be buried in China?” said Vivian, puzzled.
“China what China! Your Nai Nai is from Penang lah,” said Ma. “Your Yeh Yeh is also buried in Bukit Tambun there. But even if he’s my father, the way he treat my mother, I don’t think they should be buried together.”
Vivian began to understand. “But Ma, if she said she wanted to be with him—”
“It’s not what she wants! It’s just her idea of propriety,” said Ma. “She thinks woman must always stay by the husband no matter what. I don’t believe that! Nai Nai will be buried here and when her children pass on we will be buried with her. It’s more comfortable for her, right? To have her loved ones around her?”
“But if Nai Nai didn’t think so?”
Ma’s painted eyebrows drew together.
“Nai Nai is a very stubborn woman,” she said.
Wei Yi was being especially teenaged that week. She went around with lightning frizzing her hair and stormclouds rumbling about her ears. Her clothes stood away from her body, stiff with electricity. The cats hissed and the dogs whined when she passed.
When she saw the paper offerings their mother had bought for Nai Nai,
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