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Chapter 19
OUT TO SEA
It is high noon Tuesday, and the sun-shinyIrish Wind, with four full sails, cuts a triangular
spraying swath through the blue white-capped sea of the Florida Straights. She is several
hours into her third day out of Casey Key. Doc glances again at the wind indicator atop the
mainmast after trimming the sails. The wind had been warming and building for 24 hours,
and it now seems to have peaked, gusting to 22 knots. It continues to create swells that
relentlessly slap hard at the green yacht's bow. The early morning forecast predicted little
weather until Sunday, five days from now, and then only a passing, ten-hour line of
showers. He hopes by then to have passed the Great Inaugua Island in the Bahamas,
leaving but two day's sailing to South Caicos Island. He stares at nothing for the moment,
wondering if Malcolm Zebe, his old bachelor buddy from the Korean War and Yale
Medical School, will be at his seaside home several miles beyond Cockburn Harbor. His
friend's annual Christmas letter was postmarked Providenciales, Gateway Island to the
Turks and Caicos. Po Chan and Damien appear in the hatchway and erase his pondering.
"Say 'so long' to the good old U.S.A., you two love-birds."
Po Chan wears her white sailing cap and a hibiscus-flowered, pink terry cloth frock
covering a skimpy, yellow string-bikini. Her pregnancy shows as she turns, waves, and
singsongs, "Bye, bye, Miss American pie" at the barely visible landmass sinking from sight
back across the Florida Straights. Happily, she kisses Doc's burnt cheek. "My watch,
Captain. What is our heading?"
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Po ChanA Story of Love"East by southeast--128 degrees. Winds are warming out of the west, should slow
to a steady 12 knots throughout tonight. If we can average four knots an hour, we ought to
pass Cay Lobos by 5 p.m. Friday, then go to a heading of 109 degrees and be off the
southern tip of Great Inaugua Island near mid-morning Monday, with just another 32 hours
of sailing to Cockburn Harbour on South Caicos Island. I want to anchor there for a day or
two to provision and find some newsprint and then be off to my old friend Zebe's seaside
cottage a half days sailing away." He taps the small, yellow GPS clipped to the helm
panel. "This is a real handy gadget, almost tempts me to throw my sextant overboard.
Another of those forget-me-not keep-sakes from Madam Torrellini." He grins out to sea,
back at a dream. "She kissed me on that hot Fourth of July and said the gift was to make
sure I could find my way back to the woman who needed him most!"
"You truly love her, do you not, Doctor O'Casey?"
Doc puts his face close into Po Chan's and whispers, "To be sure! She's the last love
of me life! Almost sorry we didn't sign her aboard. She's the Madonna of my mind, the
mocking bird whistling in my ear, the drum beat of my heart, the fuel for my loins!"
Embarrassed, he shies from Po Chan and taps Damien's shoulder, "You're the cook tonight,
my mate. Wake me when the beans are boiling." He double-steps down the ladder and out
of sight, intent on his cabin and a few hours of oblivion.
Damien stands behind Po Chan at the five-foot wheel and gently knuckle-rubs her
back. "Wife, if you yawn once, holler, and I'll relieve you early. Guess you know the
Caicos Islands are a few miles this side of the Turks, and some 525 nautical miles from
here." Po Chan pauses, does the mental math and replies, "If this west wind holds, we
should average four-to-five knots and be there in a just over six days."
"That's what Doc's estimating, seven days, afternoon Tuesday off Cockburn
Harbour. Seems there's a small airstrip there. Hope none of the hounds sniffing at our heels
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Po ChanA Story of Loveget wind of our destination and meet us there." He kisses her neck, then tongue-tickles her
earlobe.
"Stop that, Damien Hobbs! Get below to the galley and work on our dinner. And I
want my Spanish mackerel filleted, breaded, and fried golden and crisp in olive oil to go
with Doc's butter-boiled beans."
"Your Spanish mackerel! I baited the hook and netted that ferocious sea monster,
and Doc dressed it. All you had to do was reel it in." Damien pecks a kiss on her cheek and
slaps her backside. Po Chan does not feel Damien's hand. She is suddenly too thrilled
gliding and waltzing with the Irish Wind over the rolling, dancing white caps to the
whistling of the breeze through the sails.
It is eleven a.m. the following Tuesday, seven days of cool, favorable winds and
lazy, sunny days, and star-brightened nights over an easy sea, when Doc spots a haven for
his Irish Wind, their tireless steed. So as to not flag-wave their arrival before curious,
lurking, gossiping eyes, as well as to verify their whereabouts, he borrows a lone, empty
wharf in a deserted, tree-hidden inlet that he estimates to be several miles east of Cockburn
Harbour. He is uncertain exactly where his friend's cottage is located. Malcom often said
to sail into the Cockburn Harbor and ask around for Zebe's place.
A half-hour later, as Damien tosses the bow line over a dock pole, a gangly bronze
teenager with short curly black hair appears from a shaky cedar shanty that leans in the
shade of a monstrous black-ear tree 100 yards inland, just clear of the street-wide, white-
sand beach. Barefoot, shirtless, belt-less, in short, ragged Levis, with an oversized straw
sombrero bouncing on his brown back, and a silver-dollar-sized medallion swinging from a
gold neck chain, the native lad sprints down the dilapidated dock, swinging his arms and
shouting, "You not park there! You not welcome here, Signor Capitan!" He runs on past
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Po ChanA Story of LoveDamien, jumps aboard theIrish Wind, and bravely points a stiff finger a foot from Doctor
O'Casey's nose. "You all sail away now or there be big and plenty trouble!"
"And just who are you, young man?" Doc asks, while squinting his eyes and tilting
his head at the young bare-chested alarmist.
"I am Julius Jefferson. You please leave now, or I run and get my boss, my Uncle
Carlos! And he point Tommy gun at you if he find you hiding here! Then you be plenty
sorry, plenty scared!"
"Calm down, Julius! We're a bit lost, hungry, and thirsty, and could use a few bags
of groceries and a case of coke and some beer." Doc flashes a new ten-dollar bill by the
boy's clear brown eyes. "Is there a store nearby, son?"
The lad's eyes follow the bill back and forth as he swings his finger from Doc's face
and points west across the white beach. "Uncle Carlos, he got all kinds of drinks and candy
and bread and jelly." He glances at Damien now holding the stern dock line, then over at
Po Chan watching from the hatchway. "How many guys and girls you got with you,
Signor Capitan?"
"We are only two men and a lady, and all in need of a little time, a day or two
ashore to stretch our land legs a bit." Doc pauses for the lad to be tempted and finish his
thinking, then hands him the ten-dollar bill.
"I fetch Uncle Carlos. He has Ford pickup. He help you for dollars." With that the
skinny Bahaman native waves and flirts a smile at Po Chan as he jumps running onto the
dock. "We be back very soon," he shouts, racing away on the tide-smoothed beach.
Doc motions Damien and Po Chan to the cockpit. "Let's have a quick powwow,
folks." Moments later all three are resting on the cushioned deck seats of the becalmed
Irish Wind. "If the boys uncle stocks much of a store, and has a telephone and a recent
newspaper, then I'd say we made a lucky landfall."
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Po ChanA Story of Love"What about your friend Malcolm Zebe? His cottage? It should be no more than a
few miles from here," a yawning Po Chan asks and answers herself.
"We'll be there before sunset if Julius' Uncle Carlos becomes our Santa Claus in
February. But let's pretend we'd like to stay the night right here. Okay?"
Thirty-five minutes later, at five past noon the lad's Uncle Carlos drives up alone
and stops alongside the dock in a green, brush-painted, bald-tired, rust-pocked, fender-
dented, old Ford pickup truck.
"You the folks that bribed my little nephew into tying up here?" Uncle Carlos calls
out as he climbs out the passenger-side door. The six foot six inch Grecian-profiled black
man looks to be in his early forties. He wears only bleached denim bib coveralls and
untied, sand coated, once-white tennis shoes. He carries a Browning automatic shotgun
pointed skyward over his shoulder with his finger in the trigger housing. He steps aboard
theIrish Wind, does an eye searching 360 and confronts a weary Damien while Doc and Po
Chan anxiously watch from the helm. "Here is your bribe back." He boldly stuffs the ten-
dollar bill in Damien's shirt pocket. "And now you folks untie them lines and sail away
just like you came in. I wants no trouble. This dock belongs to Mister Zebe, and he tells
me no one, but no one, but him ties up here. Now please raise your foresail or crank up
your engine and ease this beautiful boat around and out of my boss's bay!" He shifts the
shotgun to his other shoulder and lowers the barrel a foot to punctuate his command.
Damien salutes and says, "I'm just a deckhand. You best aim your remarks and that
shotgun at Doctor O'Casey there at the wheel. But I ought to warn you he's an old war
buddy of your boss-man, Mister Zebe."
With that statement, the sober caretaker's expression suddenly smiles at the ship's
captain. Mister Zebe don' tell me zilch about anybody sailin' in here. Suddenly Carlos'
smile turns into a quizzical frown at Doc. "Sir, whats your name?"
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Po ChanA Story of Love"Daniel O'Casey. Doctor Daniel O'Casey."
Carlos backs off several steps, studies the three interlopers a second time, digs a
finger into his wiry, black hair, and asks, "What college Mr. Zebe go to, Doctor? I figure
an old war buddy ought to know that."
"We both ended up at Yale, my friend."
The wharf custodian smiles and chuckles. "Why don' me and you walk back to my
truck there, and Ill call Mr. Zebe on my cell-phone for you. He should shoot right by here
any time now in that powerboat of his. Maybe we can detour him in here and see if he
remembers you." Doc steps out of the cockpit and over the lifeline onto the dock. Carlos,
somewhat embarrassed, points the gun barrel at the deck, ejects the shell, picks it up and
drops it in his pocket. At the truck Carlos taps his cell phone. "Mr. Zebe, Carlos here at
The Old Dock. He hesitates a second then continues. "You know a Doc Daniel O'Casey?
He claims you and him went to Yale together and...." He stops to listen, then hands the cell
phone to Doc.
"Malcolm?" Doc pauses to listen, then smiles and winks at Carlos. "Yeah, it's really
me, Zebe, the grunt that heard your foxhole confessions and hugged you to keep from
freezing and saved your skinny ass a couple dozen times. Remember?" Doc listens and
nods and chuckles into the phone for a half-minute, then answers a question, "No, I didn't
fly here in a seaplane. I got religion, and me and Jesus walked on the water all the way
from Florida." Again he listens and smiles. "Seriously, you ask? Have I ever lied to you,
Zebe? I've been nine days pacing the deck of the greenest, meanest sailing machine you'll
ever lay eyes on, just worrying if you ever got over your bladder problem. Remember--you
always pissin' in your pants whenever the gooks got to lobbing the big stuff at us?" Again
he listens and laughs at Malcolm's memory. "See you in fifteen then, old friend--have a
whiskey and water waiting at theIrish Windsbar." He presses theEndbutton and hands
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Po ChanA Story of Lovethe phone to Carlos. "Hope you can stick around and have a drink with your boss and me,
Carlos."
Five minutes later, Damien, Doc, Po Chan and Carlos are at rest, hidden from the
searing sun in the shade of the cockpit. Po Chan sips at an ice tea, Damien, a Coke; while
Doc and Carlos gulp on bottles of Corona beer. TheIrish Wind, now beginning to roll on
the incoming tide, like a mother footing a baby's rocker, is lulling the men toward sleep.
Po Chan finishes her tea and, with eyes closed, begins tai chi chuan a few yards aft of them
on a small square of deck before the mizzenmast. She is dressed only in a loose, sleeveless
pink blouse and a pair of Damien's white shorts. Soon she stretches and sways as she
performs White Crane Spreads Its Wings. Her bronzed, cherry-cheeked Asian face reflects
the sun's rays as a brisk Bahaman breeze plays with her short ebony hair. She sings happily
in capricious Cantonese, oblivious of the smiling eyes of three men enjoying her psyche
absorbing the chi, the intrinsic energy of the universe. Po Chan has been performing tai
chi chuan daily since sailing from Casey Key, and so much wants to condition her body for
birthing. She recalls Doctor Chang Fuz-hou's prescription, and Doctor Kessler's approving
encouragement, and her amahs insistence on daily tai chi chuan during pregnancy, and
Doctor O'Caseys constant urging that she work hard at it for an hour every day.
Suddenly Carlos cocks his head, stands tall and listen intently like a Plains Indian
with his ear cupped to the wind for the heralding of a thundering herd of buffalo. He looks
at Po Chan and puts a stiff finger to his lips for quiet. "You folks hear them twin 500's?
Seconds later an accelerating high-pitched roaring announces Malcolm Zebe's approach.
All eyes stare at the narrow bay entrance and watch a splashing red dot grow in a few
seconds into a scarlet, wave-smacking sleek 43-foot half-million dollar Wellcraft
powerboat, airborne most of the time, water-skipping and slapping the inbound sea toward
their hideaway in the bay. Short seconds later, three hundred yards from the dock,
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Po ChanA Story of LoveMalcolm Zebe, cuts the super speedboat's throttle, stands at the steering wheel, and goggle-
eyed, with a white scarf blowing from his neck, looking like a cross between Snoopie and
the Red Baron, clasps his hands above his head in a welcoming gesture. Doc steps ashore
from the Irish Wind, and is followed by Carlos who sprints to meet the idling, pulsating
powerboat. Malcolm cuts the engines of his Sea Streak, clips his goggled leather helmet to
the leather-wrapped steering wheel, throws a line to Carlos to tie to a pole 20 feet from the
glistening Shannon 43 yacht and accepts Doc's waiting hand for a pull-up onto the dock.
Po Chan and Damien, arm in arm, watch from the stern pulpit as two old combat comrades,
college classmates, bosom buddies, embrace and kiss, then, their eyes welled with tears,
embrace and kiss again, still not speaking. They back away a few feet from each other and,
with hands on their hips and grinning, squeeze a long handshake, then walk with an arm
over the other's shoulder to theIrish Windwhere Po Chan and Damien spontaneously clap
and applaud the silent, emotional reunion. Malcolm follows Doc over the lifelines and
shakes Damien's hand and then side-hugs Po Chan. He introduces himself as Doc just
stands nearby and continues to smile at his friend's honesty in accepting these total
strangers into his island realm.
Malcolm steps back and eyeballs Po Chan from head to toe. "You are one very
beautiful Asian lady, my dear!" His aesthetic stare from under his bushy black brows and
full head of wild, gray hair, smiles as hazel and ebony eyes make their acquaintance with a
silent, mutual, "Hello, there."
Po Chan bows and kisses his cheek. "I am very pleased to meet such a very close
friend of my Doctor O'Casey!" The doctor still remains silent as Po Chan introduces
Damien. "And this wonderful man, here, is my husband and best friend." She pauses, and,
almost as an afterthought, adds, "And I am one very pregnant Chinese woman, as you can
plainly see, Mister Zebe." Embarrassed at speaking first, she steps aside and apologetically
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Po ChanA Story of Lovestares at Doc. She shyly turns her eyes, then her face from Malcolm and takes hold of
Damien's hand.
"Pregnancy is the miracle of miracles by the Almighty Mystery, and it only
enhances your beauty, Po Chan, and may your Goddess Kam Fa carry you to term and help
you to deliver a healthy child.
At the mention of the Buddhist patron saint of pregnant women, Po Chan turns,
bows slightly, and smiles, "You have prayed in my country--at Fook Tak Temple in Hong
Kong, Mister Zebe?"
"In my search for the truth since the Korean War, I have visited many temples,
many mosques, and many cathedrals. But that is a long, long-ago story, my dear." He
looks hard at Damien. "And you, young man, must certainly be beholden to the Lucky
God, Ng Tung. How fortunate you are to have met and married this princess of China!"
"That's what I tell myself each time she smiles, Mister Zebe."
"Guess you two know most everything about me by now: that I'm too rich from
being stock-market lucky, too handsome, too lazy, and getting too old to repeat this life
again. That that's why I mostly hide away in my abode by the sea, another mile down
yonder 'round the next bend." He points a finger to the southeast.
Malcom slowly does a 360, critically studying his friend's ship. "A Shannon
43, right? Theres a few years and oceans behind her, but shes still one of the most reliable
sailing cruisers around." He stares at Doc and singsongs, "If I'd a known you was a
comin, I'd a baked a cake, a chocolate cake, Captain O'Casey. And just where is that
bourbon you promised?"
"Damien, Po Chan, I need a word alone with my aging sidekick, here. Why don't
you two rest a spell and finish your drinks here with Carlos. Okay?" He motions at Carlos
to have a seat in the cockpit with them and then nods for Malcolm to follow him down the
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Po ChanA Story of Lovecompanionway. "Now let's find you a whiff of whiskey, you friendly old foxhole fart-
smeller!"
Carlos screws up his face and questioningly looks at his boss. "Carlos, you stay put
here a while. Give our visitors a welcome rundown on South Caicos, our enchanted Island
of the Lost." He looks at Po Chan and Damien. "And you two could give Carlos a few
pointers on sailing this upgraded, downsized windjammer. He is a qualified Bahamian
pilot and loves to sail anything from catamarans to racing cruisers."
Damien raises a hand and interrupts. "How'd you and Carlos happen by each other,
Malcolm?"
"A few years back he saved my life, kept me from being shark bait. Ever since, he's
been a trusted friend, a Brother Friday, my eyes and ears hereabouts. Owns the local
country emporium where charity, more than profits, prevail. Never can tell when" He
stops the conversation with, "to be continued," and follows Doc to the cabin for a drink and
an updating tte--tte.
It is a quarter to one, and the sun is still heating up, when Malcolm and Doc again
appear on deck. Carlos is slouched in early siesta; his ball cap hides his face. Doc quietly
tells Po Chan and Damien to follow Malcolm and him to his powerboat.
In the roomy, live-aboard, air conditioned cabin of the 43-foot Scarlet Scarab sea
racer, Damien gives Po Chan a hand down the companionway, then pauses and whistles.
"Mister Zebe, how'd power-boating ever get in your blood, especially a plushy variety like
this honey-of-a-Wellcraft?" Malcolm does not answer Damien; he only motions for all to
be seated around the small polished teak table. "A Coke okay, Po Chan?" he asks.
"That would be nice. Thank you, Mister Zebe."
He opens a small refrigerator and finds a Coke, a cold glass, and three bottles of
Corona beer. When everyone is seated, he reaches over and taps Damien's hand. "Now to
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Po ChanA Story of Loveanswer you, Doctor Hobbs: speed boats got into my blood probably the same way rocket
ships entered your space--via childhood dreams I expect." Damien sits open-mouthed at
theDoctor Hobbs he hears.
Doc reading their thoughts says, I took the liberty of explaining your dilemma to
Malcolm, bout you're being up a honey tree caught between a swarm of mad bees and a
grizzly and her cubs. Even so, friend Malcolm, here, welcomes the two of you aboard his
island to stay as long as you wish--room and board gratis.
Po Chan raises her hand and speaks. "Since I am the source of so much danger and
inconvenience to you, Mister Zebe, it is I who am the most thankful. I shall never forget
your kindness."
"You can bet your Saharra canteen that as long as you are my guests, and in my
keep, nobody--but nobody--shall disturb your respite here." He shoves a fist to Doc's nose.
"And further more, bein's Danny O'Casey, here, swears by you, so shall I!" Malcolm raises
his drink. "A toast: To new, true friendships, may they never become stagnant or self-
serving, nor estranged by the intolerance of greed, politics, or impatience, nor doubted in
times of hardship and danger."
Damien touches his bottle to the other three drinks and adds, "Here-here! Mister
Zebe, your DNA must resemble Robert Frost's or Saint Augustine's or Shakespeare's, with a
sprinkling of it from Christ's own heart!"
"You forgot Confucius and his wisdom, Damien," Po Chan softly says through a
grateful smile. Doc circles his arm around his friend's neck and wipes tears on his cheek.
All take a drink.
Malcolm stands back from the table, doffs his hat and bows at the waist to his
guests, and says, "God willing, you good people, may I always live up to your
expectations, may I never let you down!" He claps his hands to break the happy spell.
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Po ChanA Story of LovePicking up a week-oldNew York Times, headlined: BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER, NASA
SCIENTIST FOUND, he tosses it on the table. The press suspects you're somewhere out
at sea, but they're not for certain if or where. They have associated you with Doc, which,
remotely, by guesstimating, or crystal-gazing, might just calculate you're trying to touch
base with me, his old friend.
"Oh, Great Swami," Doc teases, "just what action, what course, would you suggest
we take to elude capture?"
"Succinctly put, if the sharks are biting, get out of the water. So let's just leave your
boat hidden where it is. From this article, Doc," he pats the newspaper on the table, "I
gather not much is known about the Irish Wind, not her size, her color, or her range." He
swallows another gulp of beer. "I suggest you all be away with me for some R and R, and
TV-watchn, and thinkn bout out-foxing the hounds at your heels. Why don't we
provision her for an extended voyage and have Carlos top-off her water and fuel tanks.
And he can keep an eye on her while the three of you forget your worries at my villa by the
sea? Okay?"
"The R-and-R for Po Chan and me sure would be appreciated. Damien looks at
Doc. But hiding theIrish Windhere is for Doc to decide.
Without hesitation Doc speaks up. So be it, Malcolm. MyIrish Windstays here
under the care of Carlos.
Still carrying his bottle of beer, Zebe finds a sleepy Carlos and his nervous nephew,
Julius, up on deck and states, "Carlos, the Doctor and I have just voted you the captain of
his yacht." He takes Carlos by the shoulders and faces him toward the Irish Wind. That
green galleon there is your responsibility until further notice. And I want either you or
Julius, with a cell-phone in his pocket, onboard her every minute she's tied up here." He
waits for Carlos to digest his command and to nod affirmatively, and asks, "Now, may Doc
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Po ChanA Story of Loveand I borrow Julius, your truck, and a few supplies from your store to provision this
beautiful old ketch?"
Carlos exaggerates his island brogue, "Bozz, everything I owns is ha'v your'n,
includ'n da store. Y'all can have my ha'v back any time, an you knows it." He blinks at his
employer and shows his off-white, gapped teeth in a grateful grin.
"Well then, folks, its settled. Now let's get with it." He takes several steps down
the wharf behind Doc and Julius, then stops, turns, and suggests: "Carlos, while were off
shopping, why don't you, Damien, and Po Chan practice your seamanship on that green
ketch. Doc tells me they are gifted sailors. Have them show you what that Shannon 43 can
do in my bay out there." He points his finger at Carlos like a Marine Corps drill instructor.
"And you pay attention to what they say and do! Theres no tellin' when you might just
have to captain her out to a rendezvous with us,"-- he moves his finger toward the eastern
sea-- "somewhere way out there, maybe even in the middle of the night."
It is after 6 p.m. and a huge, cloud-veiled ball of fire is beginning to fall into the
dimming horizon behind a thick mix of palms, and pines dangling with Spanish moss.
Soon the small cove will disappear from the open sea.
The narrow stretch of white sand touching the dock has already turned a darkness
gray when Malcolm and Doc return with the pickup truck piled high with cases and bags of
provisions, enough for an extended stay at sea--bottled water to baby formula, paper towels
to disposable diapers, olive oil to flour, netted bags of spuds, carrots, onions, even cotton
sheets, and shirts and shorts. They park in the shade 50 yards from the dock, and then sit
on the truck's tailgate still swapping memories as they admire Carlos at the helm of the
Irish Wind bringing her under sail to her latest berth. Po Chan leans against the stern
railing behind the mizzen. Damien is forward in the pulpit awed by Carlos, a gifted
Bahamian yachtsman. Ten minutes later the two observers are at dockside accepting the
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Po ChanA Story of Lovelines to secure the green Shannon ketch. Malcolm goes to the wheel and slaps his friend
hard on the back. "When are you going to teach me how to sail like that, Carlos?"
"Right now, boss! Not much to learn, she sails herself. I just nudge her now and
then like you would a good pony." Carlos stretches a wide, giving grin across his gapped
teeth in and declares, "Mister Doctor, you and the Lord Jesus must have held hands while
you hammered and sawed and painted and rigged this here ketch boat. Sure do thank you
for turning her loose with me." He removes his frazzled straw hat and backhands the sweat
from his forehead. "Most fun and happiness I had since my first dingy sailin off Cuba
when my Daddy switched me good for swiping the boat and making him swim between
sharks to git me back to shore." He catches his reminiscing and points toward his blue
Ford truck bulging with provisions. "Why don't me and Julius start git'n them things
stowed aboard?" Not waiting for a reply, he jumps to the wharf, his straw hat bobbing on
his back, and sprints to the task.
"Damien, let's you and Doc and me give them a hand," Malcolm suggests as he
hands Po Chan a rolled up USA Today from his back pocket. "This talks about you and
your NASA friend, here--front page photos, too: seems you've become the focus of every
paparazzi, gossip columnist, and bounty hunter in the Western Hemisphere." He nods
toward the companionway. Now, young lady, get below and point to where you want to
stash that truck full of stuff I borrowed from Carlos.
"We borrowed from Carlos--Po Chan and I," Damien states. "We still have a few
thousand in cash to cover this hide-n-seek vacation, Mister Zebe."
"No way, young man! This is my treat. Not often do I get to enjoy the company of
a Chinese billionaire's beautiful daughter along with the worlds most renowned, maverick
astrophysicist."
Doc raises his hands and interrupts them. "My bet's that the Hobbs' whereabouts
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Po ChanA Story of Loveare as unknown as ever. And that the eyes and ears of your father, plus your old boy-
friends, have already hunkered down near Sarasota waiting to run down a thousand-and-
one leads until the reward money finds you." Doc frowns, then chuckles and pats Po
Chan's head. "Nearly forgot--I phoned Father Kennedy from a pay phone near Carlos'
store. The Padre said he had just come from my place in Casey Key, and that he had
convinced Tonia to lock up my home and reenter the land of the living, to join her work-a-
day world again. Seems they both had a good laugh as they waved good-byes at the crowd
of camera-waving reporters and paparazzi camped around my place
Damien, now holding Po Chan's hand, asks Malcolm, "How long you figure we'll
be safe here in Cockburn Harbour, or, for the matter, at your place?"
"Wouldn't want to say--depends on whether Lee Wing On's in a hurry to protect his
only child and reclaim his most precious pearl. Hes quite renowned for retrieving his
losses, for evening the score. He studies Damien for a second. "Boy, you gotta lot of out-
smartin' to do. And don't write off that ex-beau of Po Chan's either. I understand his clan
has a bundle bet on him finding the two of you before Papa-Bear-Lee does." He stops and
claps his hands twice. His sober face brightens with a smile. "Here's Carlos now. Let's ask
him if you will be safe on my island."
Carlos overhears the question. He sets a third case of bottled water on deck at
Damien's feet. I'll bring 'em up here to you all, okay?" He brushes his hat from his head to
his back. "I heered your question, Mister Zebe." He looks up at Po Chan. "I knows all
about you on TV--bein' on the run and hiding from those bad people and that million
dollars for a phone-call, but don' you worry 'bout me none! We--my boss, Mister Zebe--we
look after you here!" He puts on a brave face and glances at Malcolm who winks and
smiles back at his trusted friend. "You be real safe with us. Yes, sir, real safe!"
Several hours later, after a bright crescent moon rises to replace the sunken sun,
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Suddenly, with four halogen headlights showing the way, 900 horses quickly gallop out to
sea with the Scarab Sea Streak. Seated four abreast behind the windshield in the open
cockpit are four friends headed for the quiet and peace of Malcolm's estate. Soon the
powerboat is skipping and sliding across the rippling water at sixty knots. Several minutes
away from the Irish Wind Malcolm throttles back to thirty knots, stands up, and taps
Damien seated next to him. "Change places with me, youngster. I want your opinion of
this upgraded torpedo boat."
"Never had much to do with motorboats, only boats with sails ever challenged me,
Skipper," Damien sits down and takes the wheel. "Nudge me now and then if this Sea
Streakbalks at my handling; wouldn't want to upset her, Mister Zebe."
"Name's Malcolm, son--and treat my boat, here, like Doc's ketch with her throttle
wide open, only times ten."
Quick minutes skip by before the powerboat slides around a jutting finger-shaped
key. Malcolm places his open hand on Damien's blond head, and turns it toward a fifty-
foot wide water road, a half-mile long jetty of twin parallel banks of huge rocks. "That's my
driveway," he points out as he reduces the throttle for Damien until the Sea Streakslows to
a chugging idle of five knots. Then he presses several remotes on the dash, and a
panoramic balance of a pristine tropical island and a cluster of several contemporary
houses of glass, cedar, and tile emerge out of the black of night dead ahead.
Po Chan, silently enjoying her Damien at the helm, gasps and exclaims, "Avalon!
How astoundingly exciting! Doctor O'Casey said a seaside cottage--that is a chateau from
Planet Paradise! Is it all yours?"
"Yes, all mine--has been for ten years now." He leans in front of Po Chan and
makes a fist in front of Docs startled face. "Not bad, Doc, old buddy, for this Yale
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"That bulky box first out is my boat barn."
Doc rubs his head with his cap and points at a narrow, planked wharf on barnacled
concrete piers running the western edge of the structure. "Is that where I was to park my
little yacht?"
"I'm glad you didn't. That glossy Irish-green Shannon would have stopped His
Majesty's first patrol boat for a look-see. Been lots of drugs bobbing in these waters the
past couple of months, creating too much cat-'n-mousin' hereabouts. Saturday last the Brits
even set off my night security siren, nosin in too close to shore." Malcolm presses another
remote button and a hundred meters ahead a 15-by-20-foot-high door rolls up.
Po Chan stands and looks over at Damien. "Perhaps another Peng-you Castle
retreat for us, Damien." Oblivious of Malcolm and Doc she presses a kiss to her palm and
puffs it at her sweetheart. Damien smiles a wink in reply.
The Sea Streakglides inside to a stop alongside the long dock. Seventy-five feet
ahead a smaller motorboat mounting twin outboards--also painted scarlet and trimmed in
bright yellow--rolls about, disturbed by the arriving waves. Almost immediately the
overhead door closes and locks them in. Outside, the floodlights to the sea disappear.
From the far end of the voluminous boat barn an elderly, tall, bald and sinewy
Asian man appears. He is shirtless and wears saffron bib overalls. Trotting to the boat, he
accepts a line from Doc and secures it to a dock cleat. A stoic statue, he then stands with
arms folded, like a dockside butler waiting for orders. Malcolm's guests stand mesmerized
by his embracing stare.
"Ylam-wa, please introduce yourself to our guests, here. Malcolm touches Doctor
O'Casey, Po Chan, and Damien as he states their names.
"I am from Shigatse Tsang Province in Tibet. If you are Malcolm Zebe's friends
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Po ChanA Story of Loveand guests, then I am your humble, faithful servant, Ylam-wa."
Thank you, Ylam-wa." Malcolm steps to the dock and puts his arm across the
Tibetan's shoulders. "Ylam-wa is a Tibetan monk from Phensung Gompa Monastery. We
met there after Korea and Divinity School at Yale, during my three-year sojourn in search
of the fist of the Great Absolute, the chi, the intrinsic energy of existence. He taught me
aboutZen, the Mahayana movement of Buddhism, mostly by his example of the need for
meditation, the enlightenment of why, and the need for intuitive truth. I have mixed Zen
with Christianity, and have resolved that, like Albert Schweitzer, the African missionary,
happiness is realized only by serving others. In brief: you give; therefore, you receive!"
Embarrassed, he makes a priestly Sign of the Cross for them. "Didn't mean to preach,
folks." He pats Ylam-wa's back. "Anyway, Ylam-wa and I helped each other to escape the
Chinese horde." The Asian monk smiles slightly. "Ylam-wa, please show Doctor Hobbs
and his wife, Po Chan, to our guest house, and see to their comfort." The monk-
manservant hesitates his smiling, and then raises his hand to speak.
"What do you wish to say, my friend?"
"Sahib, you have found Lee Wing On's daughter. Yes?" The monk does not await a
reply but continues speaking in Cantonese directly to Po Chan. "Your good father is my
very dear friend. We were playmates in the 1930's during the Japanese occupation of
Manchuria. Someday, perhaps, we may talk of him?"
Po Chan quizzically studies the balding, aged monk, and then soberly replies in her
native tongue. "Priest of Buddha, you remember well. Father's stories to me mentioned
you, but not by name. He called you, Boy Buddha, and how as children, at great risk, you
would flatten Japanese truck tires." Po Chan next speaks to Damien. "What now, my
husband. Our cat again has escaped from the bag! Father and this good monk were child-
hood companions in Japanese Manchukuo many years ago, and he still honors his
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Malcolm, understanding the Cantonese, asks his Buddhist friend. "What path do
you suggest Po Chan follows from here, Ylam-wa? You may be unaware that Lee Wing On
has placed a price on her head--a finder's reward of one million U.S. dollars."
"I am mindful of her plight, Sahib." The robe-less Zen sage steps close to Po Chan,
folds his hands before her, and deeply bows, and speaks to her again in her native
Cantonese. "The money does not interest me, my child, but the well-being of Lee Wing
On's only child does." His dark eyes shift to Damien, "And you, Doctor Damien Hobbs,
are equally hunted--by your government's FBI and NASA people. I do not envy your
perplexing situation, and know not what path you should follow." He picks up their
overnight bags, and offers, "If I may be of any assistance whatsoever to either of you,
please do not hesitate to ask."
Malcolm clears his throat. "Ylam-wa, after you have Po Chan and Damien settled
in their quarters, please come to the main house to assist me in preparing dinner for our
guests.
Doctor O'Casey ignored to now, tugs on his friend's shirt. "May I camp here on the
Sea Streaktonight, Malcolm?"
Stern faced, Malcolm answers, "You certainly may not, Doctor! You are to sleep in
the master suite in the Big House! Remember? I owe you! Recall when we parted
company in Korea, when the shooting stopped--lucky you to the States, and unlucky me
sentenced to occupation duty for another 60 days." He screws up his face and snarls his
teeth. "I told you then we were blood brothers until death did us in. Well, this R and R
here for you and your friends is the partial payment for becoming my mentor-protector, for
foxhole-sitting with me way back when. You said then--your words verbatim--A steak
dinner would suffice. Remember, Sarg?" He slaps Doc's backside, takes his arm, and
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Po ChanA Story of Lovetogether, like long lost brothers, they walk and talk from the boat barn up a lighted pathway
between a plethora of terraced flowers through a second Garden of Eden, toward a
contemporary split-level creation of stained glass, sea stone, and heavy, rough cedar. It
would capture the eye of Frank Lloyd Wright if his spirit happened by.
The shirtless monk, in saffron yellow overalls, opens the door to the tile-roofed,
white-stucco, veranda-bordered guest cottage, and nods for Po Chan and Damien to enter
ahead of him. They stop in the foyer eyeing the pastel, rainbow painted entry room: the
kitchen-dining area of the diamond-shaped bungalow. Two small bedrooms, one to the
right and one to the left off a short, narrow passageway that opens into a sunken great-room
looking out at a flowering, pristine jungle, at an open starry sky, and a surfing bay. Po
Chan takes Damiens hand and leads him past the bedrooms to the room's wide windowed
wall. Forgetting Ylam-wa's presence, they stand close and dream beyond the overcast of
low broken clouds and the yellow crescent moon attempting to light up the darkness of
night for them. The bay view is a sight sought, but seldom found by lovers the world
around. The monk clears his throat and breaks their trance.
"Allow me to show you the bedrooms and where you may freshen up for dinner
within the hour. He points them into one of the bedrooms, stands in the doorway and
explains the contents of the room to them. "The other bedroom is near identical, should
you care to sleep apart." The monk bows and leaves them to fetch their garment bags and a
single overnighter. Alone at last, the two lovers embrace and memorize a dream come
true. Po Chan begins to cry.
"Sweetheart, why the tears? Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing is a mistake. Everything is so near to perfect! I always cry when I am
very happy. And tonight I have you, my Damien, my happiness!" They stand, embracing,
memorizing the moment, and gaze past the half-mirrored, tall pine poster bed with its
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white vertical blinds at moon beams conjuring fairy phantoms frolicking among the
shadows of wide-spreading oaks alive with swinging moss and climbing tropical flowers.
Two hanging baskets of sweet-scented blooming bougainvillea, a wide pine dresser with a
matching vanity and bench, a soft, black leather Roman couch and lounge chair, several
teak corner tables topped with brass chimney lamps, complete the room. Po Chan pulls
Damien to the bed and collapses across it, exclaiming, "Oh, Damien, this is so wonderful,
so inviting to rest and romance."
Damien stretches out next to his mate, kisses her lips and sighs, "This cannot be for
real! It's like waking up on Kowloon Peak, only here we have Malcolm's cottage instead of
Lee's Castle; an ocean instead of a swimming pool; a cool breeze from off the sea instead
the mountain air." Po Chan gets up, embarrassed by Ylam-wa's stoical stare, from the open
doorway. She pulls Damien to his feet.
"Disciple of Buddha, you are most gracious to look after us. Please put my things
over there. She points to a wide window seat. I shall remember you to Father when we
soon return to Florida." Damien squeezes her hand and wonders why the lie. He knows
that Bermuda, or the Azores, or even Ireland most probably lie ahead of them.
Have you decided, Doctor Hobbs? Do you wish to occupy a separate room? The
other"--he turns and points--"is similar only with a morning exposure and indigenous
furnishings."
Po Chan answers for them. "We sleep together. The sunset view from here is our
preference."
The monk places their two overnight bags on the wide window bench and smiles.
"You may find more enjoyment in exploring this bungalow than in my distracting you with
the obvious about it. It was built by Sahib Zebe many years ago, his first home on the
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Sahib Zebe grills delicious, thick steaks, but does not like them to cool before the last
bite." His cheeks rise; his mouth opens, showing an incomplete set of gold and white teeth.
He bows and leaves them.
Po Chan, like an infatuated teenager, presses Damien's arm against her breasts and
dreams her hopes into his blue eyes. She leads him into the kitchen-pantry area where
several cupboard louver doors stand half open displaying linens, foodstuffs, bottled water,
and toilette articles. Damien opens a refrigerator and smiles at Po Chan. "He must have
expected a picky, pregnant princess: dill pickles, chocolate and yogurt, pears and apples,
tins of sardines and caviar, bottles of zinfandel and Amaretto di Amore, and a choice of
beer or ale. Ylam-wa is either a psychic or has a crystal ball for an eye."
"Ylam-wa doesn't realize that you are my complete happiness. These amenities
only serve to garnish my appetite for you, my Damien!" She goes to the small wet bar and
sits on a soft-seated stool before an aquarium window and eyes a dozen tiny rainbow
painted tropical fish. They line up facing her, tails waving, mouths puckering against the
glass begging for crumbs. She taps a container over them and watches them grab and gulp
at the flaky, floating food."
Damien looks at the tropical fish for a moment and kisses her hair. "We had better
listen to Ylam-wa's advice and clean up for dinner." In the bedroom he unzips their
luggage, takes an electric razor and goes to the bathroom. Moments later he reappears in
the doorway and whistles at Po Chan. "Come here and gander at this emperors comfort
station, my princess!" Po Chan bows her head, folds her hands, and, like an obedient
concubine, shuffles past her lover into the romantic powder room.
"A teak tub and twin sinks for the two of us!" She opens a clear glass door. "A
shower with room for you and me and a lot more!" She takes his hand and pulls him
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pillowed in white leather. "Is that for what I am thinking?" She turns, licks her lips, and
kisses Damien, then pushed him away with, "Not now, my Caucasian stud! Perhaps later
I am hoping!"
"You are halfway to term, Sweetheart She puts her finger to his lips.
"Doctor O'Casey also says I may enjoy sex until it becomes too uncomfortable."
She pats his crouch. There are many ways we Chinese women make over our men. And
does not the thought of a cool shower with me, followed by a princess' massage on that
lover's lounge there excite your imagination?"
"More than ever before, but later, much later, maybe a few months from now, a few
months after you deliver our twins, when the sweet-hurtin syndrome begins to torment you
again."
Po Chan squints her eyes, "Doctor O' Casey told you, did he notabout the two
beating hearts? I did not wish for you to worry. I asked him not to tell you."
"Under these unpredictable, dangerous circumstances, Doc thought I should know
about the twins." He kisses her, slaps her backside, and pats her stomach. "Who knows,
my pregnant princess, you just may have only me around when these two papooses scream
their first war cries." Damien glances at his watch and taps the crystal. "We best stop
lollygagging, wash up, and change--would not want our host to delay dinner just for us,
especially a juicy steak dinner."
It is 35 minutes later when they walk from the dream cottage toward Malcom's
Big House. The Ming princess has slipped into a sheath dress: a slinky, armless, ankle-
length creation. It is smooth fuchsia cotton, except for five pink and white dragonflies
rising upwards. Damien had chosen it for her at the Mac Arthur Mall in Norfolk after that
dreadful fire destroyed their home and most of their possessions. Fortunately, it is loose
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Vietnamese pearls, with their golden floating sunspots, glows alive around her tanned neck.
Damien, hatless, his blond hair tied in a ponytail, wears light blue slacks and a white, extra
large, short sleeve, collarless cotton shirt with two wide pockets. Halfway to the main
house he stops them and opens his left hand, palm down, under the moonlight. The silver
serpent ring from Po Chan seems alive, still swallowing its tail, around his little finger. The
square-cut ruby, diamond, and sapphire stones on his wide, white and yellow wedding
band, sparkle like tiny rainbow stars. Po Chan presses her open hand atop Damien's to
show her matching ring to the jealous galaxies aglitter above them. At Malcolm's mansion
Damien hits the door clapper. Po Chan squeezes his hand and worries aloud, I do so hope
we are presentable guests.
Ylam-wa and Malcolm greet Po Chan and Damien at the shark-engraved teak door.
"Another five minutes and I'd have ground those fillet mignons into hamburger meat and
burnt them on the grill," Malcolm sternly asserts.
Po Chan, startled by the terse statement, apologizes. "It is my sluggishness that
made us tardy, Mister Zebe. Kindly excuse my bad manners."
Damien catches the wink from Malcolm and adds, "Likewise for me, Malcolm. I'm
a novice nanny, not too experienced at prodding a princess into being punctual. May I
suggest that her highness scour the pots and scrub the grill as a lesson for her? Po Chan
glances daggers at Damien.
Doc appears from the stairway to the bedroom wing, and, like a protective imperial
khan declares, "Now hear this you three Simon Legrees, I'll not have you harassing my
pregnant patient at dinnertime." He hugs Po Chan and kisses her hand, "My beautiful
bonny lassie, should you ever tire of this here doctor of 'aero-spacerie,' send me an e-mail,
and I'll happily sweep you away to me Ireland and stroll with ye through green meadows
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Po ChanA Story of Loveby the bubbling brooks leading to Heaven!" At Doc's flash of wit, all, including a relieved
Po Chan, burst into laughter. Even a chuckle finds its way through a crack in Ylam-wa's
stony expression.
"Would our young guests please follow me. Sahib suggests I take you on a tour of
our home." He motions for them to follow and leads them up the thickly, red carpeted,
glass-sided staircase, then patiently, throughout the four, two-bedroom suites. Each palatial
apartment is nostalgically furnished and textured to make even the Empress Catharine, or
Shakespeare, or Bathsheeba, or Attila, feel at home. Scenic lanais, with windowed ceilings
of the heavens, grace each bedroom, and make Po Chan hold Damien close to her heart and
whisper in his ear, "Would not it be Paradise gained, my darling, to enjoy a wedding night
in one of these exotic suites of love?"
"Let's wish for an exciting interlude in each of them, and end up four times closer to
Heaven?" Damien whispers back.
Ylam-wa overhears them and quietly offers, "My princess, if that is your wish, it
can be arranged." He bows and departs, leaving them alone in the Atilla Suite, still
embracing under a moonlit Asian sky like a lovesick Mongolian princess and her lover.
Minutes later Damien and Po Chan enter the spacious great-room. Her eyes
widen. She releases Damien's hand, and playfully pirouettes once around the atrium-
centered dance floor like a happy forest fawn bounding about the first sunlit clearing in its
new life. Damien whistles! He takes several steps into Malcolm's living room, looks
skyward and does a 360, and exclaims, "The atmosphere in here is so bright and open, and
clean--makes me want to yodel for an echo!" Their eyes widen the more they absorb the
lifetime of amenities and artifacts on display: a lion's head stares at them from the center
of a wall mirror; fish of all shapes and colors swim about on an abstract wall-wide coral
reef mural; a library of books and globes and maps makes up another wall. In front of a
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combination is built into a rough-cut mahogany-planked wall. They find their way to a pink
marble fountain overflowing water into a light blue tiled, four-lane indoor-outdoor pool and
follow its mosaic perimeter through a glass door into a large, moonlit, screened enclosure.
Its high-walled, flowering, fern-fanned jungle hides the pool from the world outside.
Damien puts his arm around Po Chan's waist and hugs her close. "'Wanna' skinny-dip
before dinner, my merry Ming mermaid?"
"Later, perhaps." She teases him with a kiss, darting her tongue between his lips,
then breaks the embrace and leisurely begins to walk ahead of him.
"We must tell your father about this place. He'd probably kidnap the mosaic artist
to redecorate Peng-you Castle's pool." Po Chan takes Damien's hand, and together they
stroll and marvel over the wide, woven mosaic's shades of black and gray and white history
of ships that plied the seas of time: a caterpillar-oared single-sail Viking dragon ship,
Greek and Roman triple decked slave galleys, a lateen on the Nile, the Mayfloweroff Cape
Cod, Nelson's three-decked, 100-gun Victory booming away at Trafalgar; a lumbering
Spanish Black Ship amidst square, batten-sailed junks; Old Ironsides dismasting the
Guerriere, the clipper ship Flying Cloudwith ballooning sails, the paddle-wheel steam-
sailer Savannah, a sinking Lusitania with a U-Boat watching nearby, and the exploding
carrier Yorktown eyed through a periscope. Damien stops their meandering when he sees
Malcolm motioning to them.
"Dinner must be ready. We can finish our sightseeing little later, Sweetheart."
"Oh, how I yearn to again swim with you at Peng-you Castle, my Damien!"
Unaware of Malcolm's presence at the kitchen doorway, she kisses him lightly on the cheek
and sings, "Let us forget what is past, and pretend a honeymoon at last!" They turn at the
sound of Malcolm clearing his throat. He carries two glasses of red wine; one is only a
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"Them fillet mignons grilled by this here connoisseur of beef, shall be medium rare
under your knife and fork in twenty minutes. In the meantime, you two lovebirds set
yourselves down here and enjoy this appetizing wine and that panorama of Malcolm's
Moonlight Bay out there." He raises the quarter-full glass. "This was prescribed by your
Doctor O'Casey, you beautiful lady." Po Chan lowers her blushing face. He tastes the wine
in each glass as he hands it to them. An old habit I remember from my days as Kublai
Khan's taster. Backing off a step from them he pauses, then soberly orders, "Swim only in
this pool here! Sharks surf off the bay's beach." He lifts his face, now grinning widely and
winks. "And, oh, yes, Mrs. Hobbs, you may fantasize and honey-moon at your pleasure,
and in any or all of the upstairs apartments. But Ylam-wa must chaperon you, of course."
He chuckles and heads back to the kitchen.
Just as Ylam-wa has everyone seated, the tall mahogany grandfather clock gongs
nine times. Malcolm stands and spoon-taps his glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. "You all,
please remain seated whilst I beseech the First Cause, the Last Cause, the Cause of All
Causes of all that was, or that is, or that shall be, to breathe His tolerance upon us, His
divine children, His pinpoint images in this cosmos of eternity, of timeless being." He
closes his eyes, lowers his head, and slowly prays, "We thank you, Jesus, Allah, Buddha,
and the many and other Gods of our forefathers, for this meal from the best of your fruits of
which we are about to partake!" He raises his glass. "And now, in my home where only
my friends come to dine, everyone proposes a toast." He lifts his wine higher. "Here's to
my best friends, Ylam-wa and Doctor O'Casey, and to two new friends, Doctor and
Princess Hobbs, that you all keep faith in your Creator, live honest and rewarding lives, and
die the happy death!" After a moment of silence he adds, "And that you, Po Chan, soon be
reconciled with Lee Wing On and again become one family in trust and in love!" The Wall
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Hobbs, your toast?"
Damien rises and raises his glass. "To all of your good fortunes, but especially to
Doc's, that he soon marries his sweetest of hearts, his Tonia, and honeymoons here with her
until the they run out of stars to count and dreams to dream!" They all raise and sip their
wine with Damien.
Malcolm points a finger at his Asian friend. "It is your turn to honor us with your
words of wisdom, my Zen spinner of prayer wheels, and my Tibetan compatriot."
Ylam-wa rises and holds his glass chest high. "I seldom taste wine, but since
friendships cannot be enhanced by spirits, I am denying myself nothing by drinking it with
you at my benefactor's request." The saffron-robed monk, wearing a cook's heavy, white
apron, lifts his glass to eye level. "That each of us passes from this existence into Nirvana,
never having to again travel through this Earthly gauntlet of intolerance and man-made
madness and suffering." He quickly, barely tastes his wine and sits down, stoically sober
and straight. Malcolm nudges Doc.
Doc raises his glass again and studies the clear and believing hazel eyes beneath
Malcolms bushy, black brows. "To wealthy, practicing altruists who often die penniless,
theirs are the souls of the saints." He looks around at the others and adds, "But mostly to
old friendships, and to new friendships; may we keep them beyond eternity!"
Malcolm lifts his glass higher and calls out, Here! Here!
Po Chan rises without prompting. She holds her wine glass waist high with both
hands, and with eyes closed proposes, "Wing yuen yau yee maan sui!" Only Ylam-wa nods
at the Cantonese cheer. She opens her eyes, lifts her glass higher, and repeats her toast in
English, "To eternal friendships that last beyond ten thousand years!" She sits, empties her
glass, and closes her eyes again. Damien reaches over and proudly pats her arm. She opens
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"You may certainly not! " Malcolm empties his glass and motions for Ylam-wa to
follow him to the kitchen. "You three are guests in our home. Please keep your seats and
swap tales of happier days, of course, after you call upon your Christ Jesus to bless the
steaks I borrowed from His storehouse for the nourishment of your bodies. This repast is
on Ylam-wa and yours truly. Enjoy!" He presses a remote on the table, and Beethoven's
Moonlight Sonata softly permeates the dining area.
It is now eleven thirty, and The Merry Widdow Waltzrefreshes the sleepy mood in
the great-room. Doc has just finished his apple pie topped with frozen vanilla yogurt. He
stands, muffles a slight belch with his fist and claps his hands for silence, then walks
behind Malcolm and places his hands on his friend's shoulders. "This man is my only
blood brother; in fact, my only brother, for I have no other! He, and Jesus Christ, my Lord,
have never let me go hungry--in truth; neither would know how to be uncharitable to
anyone." He returns and stands by his own chair and waves his hand across the table.
These empty plates and platters and goblets and rumpled napkins are testament enough to
gourmet chefs and delicious feasting. Malcolm and Ylam-wa's care and warm-heartedness
shown to us, three unannounced guests, is much more than magnanimous altruism. They
have made their home our safe harbor in a following sea of violent misfortunes." He goes
to Po Chan and takes her hand and tugs at it, then releases it and winks at her startled face.
"I've relished this scrumptious banquet, but you, my dearl, are on the last page of my book
of dreams, for you see, I ne'r danced with a lassie Princess as lovely as thee." Doc
hesitates. His smile evaporates. Embarrassed by his brashness, he looks at Damien who
smiles and nods his approval. He takes her hand again and bows. "Please grant me, an old
man, this one last boon. Waltz with me once around that ball-room, there!" He jesters
toward the great-room, where shadows and cloudy moonbeams already lie in waiting to
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Po ChanA Story of Loveembrace and sway to the music.
Smiling, Po Chan reaches down and unzips her sheath from ankle to mid-thigh,
exposing a slender, smooth, ivory-tanned leg, then rises and curtsies and offers her hand to
the tipsy doctor. She flutters her glossy, ebony eyes at him. "Why, Doctor O'Casey, I
thought you would never ask. It would delight me to be yourMerry Widow and circle with
you through the finale of your fantasy." She follows him down onto the sea of green, tiling
the floor of the mini ballroom. Accepting his strong, reassuring hand about her waist, she
closes her eyes and leans out from him. The Ming princess swings in circles with her
doctor, around and around the ballroom, like a graceful ballerina, until, an eternal moment
later, the music, the waltzing, and the dreaming stops.
Po Chan opens her eyes and kisses Doc's cheek. "You have been so wonderful to
us, Doctor O"Casey! Damien and I do love you like a father, you know!" The three men
still seated at the dinner table clap their hands at the entertainers.
Ylam-wa excuses himself and goes to the kitchen. Moments later he carries a teak
tray with a goblet of cold cranberry juice, three ponies of di Amore Amaretto, and, for
himself, a cup of black tea. "Nightcaps for the five of us," he offers as he sets the drinks
before them The cranberry juice, Doctor OCaseys tonic, is for our princess.
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