thanks,â Nina said, feeling relieved. âI appreciate your help.â
âDonât worry about the money.â The manager comforted her. âYou donât need to pay for it.â
Back inside the store, the manager called the police immediately and reported the robbery.
That night, when she lay down in bed, Nina recalled what had happened during the day. She became frightened all over again when she imagined the robber slashing her throat or even killing her. Bobâs words about life being more important than a wallet crossed her mind again.
The next day was Sunday. She hesitated for a moment and lifted the phone receiver. Before she finished dialling, she stopped and perched herself on the edge of the bed for a moment while a memory of Bob flooded her mind. Finally, she picked up the phone and punched his number.
She held her breath as she heard a young femaleâs voice say, âHello?â
After a second of hesitation, Nina asked, âMay I speak to Bob?â
âHeâs still in bed. May I take a message?â the woman said with a yawn.
âNo, thanks,â Nina answered and hung up the phone. Flopping onto her bed, she knew she had completely lost him. Pierced by an acute loneliness, she sobbed. Their paths had crossed briefly and the only some nice memories would remain. She reached her hand out to the night table and pulled out a tissue from its box to wipe away her tears.
In September 1973, Nina started her junior year. When she didnât have any classes, she went to the library to read. Sometimes, she took notes for later use from a pile of periodicals. One day, she hurried along the hallway and passed an Asian woman, who spoke to her. âAre you going to the library?â
Nina slowed down and smiled back. âYes, are you?â The woman was in her forties and looked familiar to her. She scoured her memory for where she had seen her before.
âI work in the library. I often see you in the reading room. Seems youâre always busy,â the librarian became talkative. âI came from China.â
âMe, too,â Nina said. âDid you come here a long time ago?â
âMy family escaped to Hong Kong after the Communists took over Mainland China. I was just a little girl when the landowners were denounced. I still remember how scared my parents were since they were landowners themselves.â
âI donât know much about that period. But I know enough about the political persecution during the Cultural Revolution.â Nina then asked, âHow do you feel about your life now?â
âIâm quite happy. Now the relations between these two countries have improved. Iâd like to visit China someday,â said the librarian. âBut the Red Guards are really terrifying.â
âI think most of them have been sent to the countryside. They were used by Mao to attack his political rivals. They mayâve learned a lesson by now.â
The woman looked at Nina with interest. âReally? Thatâs a relief. Thereâve been too many political movements in China since 1949.â
âItâs easy to manipulate those who grow up under the red flag. I was a Red Guard, but they threw me out because my father was labelled an American spy and a traitor to the revolution.â
âWhy was that?â
âHe graduated from West Point Academy. Once he worked for Chiang Kai-shekâs Nationalist Army before joining the Peopleâs Liberation Army.â
âSo he betrayed Chiang Kai-shekâs government but not the communist revolution. The people who persecuted him suffered from a problem in logic,â the knowledgeable librarian said as they went into the library. She patted Ninaâs arm. âIt was so nice talking to you. Iâll see you around.â She walked into an office.
On her way to the reading room, Nina paused at a catalogue cabinet, pulled a drawer out, and searched the cards
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