The Dark Road: A Novel Part 17

'All right,' Meili says, rea.s.sured. 'Just tell me if it's a boy or a girl.'

'A girl! No doubt about it. But I can put that it's a boy on the form, if you want. Just don't tell anyone I filled it out.' She turns to the other woman and says, 'If you've decided to have the abortion, I can do it straight away,' then pulls down her face mask and whispers to Meili, 'That woman's expecting twins. She's booked for an induction next week.' Without her face mask, she looks ten years older.

'Are they boys or girls?' Meili asks the woman, sitting up on the bed.

'One of each,' the woman answers proudly. 'Is this your first pregnancy?'

'No, my fourth. And you?'

'My third. I used to have two girls, then I got pregnant with twins as soon as I arrived in Heaven.'

'What happened to the girls?' Meili asks in the condescending tone she reserves for peasants less sophisticated than her.

'The eldest lives with my parents, and Dr w.a.n.g helped get the second one adopted. We can't afford to bring up daughters.'

Dr w.a.n.g looks down at Meili and says, 'If you don't want your baby, I can arrange for her to be adopted as well. They'll pay you four thousand yuan.'

'How much do I owe you for the scan?' Meili answers, wanting to leave at once. 'Please write that it's a boy on the form.'

On the way home, Meili feels her belly become heavier and the small of her back begin to throb. When I give birth to the baby girl, Kongzi might sell her to a Welfare Office, she says to herself. And if I tell him now that it's a girl, he'll force me to have an abortion. The only safe option is for me to keep quiet and for the baby to stay exactly where it is. She remembers how her belly shuddered when the needle pierced her skin and entered Happiness's skull. She remembers the smile on Happiness's face as he lay dead in the plastic bag below her. She remembers Waterborn staring at a lock of her hair as she suckled at her breast. My womb is your refuge, little Heaven, she whispers softly. As long as I'm alive, I will protect you. As she approaches the front gate, she hears barking and quacking, and knows the neighbour's Labrador must be attacking the duck pen again. Mayflies are hovering outside their front door. A few dead ones are lying on the ground, being devoured by beetles. Kongzi has raised seven ducks. He never lets them out on the river, because except for the plastic rubbish and rotten leaves, there's nothing in the polluted water for them to eat.

'It's a boy,' Meili announces, surprised by her nerve. Her legs tense as she imagines Kongzi flying into a rage when the baby is born and he sees it's a girl.

'A boy!' he cries out with joy. 'Wonderful news! My darling wife, everything is in order now! This is the right time, the right place. Hope is in sight. Tonight, I will cook dinner.' Kongzi grabs the scan results and wraps his arms around Meili. The chemicals in Heaven's rivers have corroded their boat so badly that he's had to abandon his water-delivery business and join Meili dismantling machines, so now, like her, his sweat smells of burnt plastic.

'Well, I won't be doing any more housework from now on,' says Meili, lying down on the bed and stretching out her legs. Feeling the baby's weight press on her main artery, she rolls onto her side, then kicks off her tight sandals and watches Kongzi slice some beef into chunks. 'I'm not hungry, Kongzi. Besides, I shouldn't eat beef. The preservatives and tenderisers aren't good for the baby.'

'This is a country where everyone is poisoning each other. It's a game: whoever dies first, loses. Still, this beef cost me a fortune, so you'd better at least try some.' He pushes his gla.s.ses onto his head, drops the chopped beef into a bowl and douses it with soy sauce.

'There are specific foods women should eat each month of their pregnancy. If you cared a little more, you'd find out what they are and give them to me. You were much more thoughtful before we married.' Meili is thinking of the time Kongzi bought her her first packet of sanitary towels. Until then, she'd made do with attaching wads of folded toilet paper to a sanitary belt that used to belong to her mother.

'Daddy, why have you made Mummy's tummy grow bigger again?' Nannan asks. 'Rongrong said it's because you p.i.s.s into Mummy's bottom every night.'

'What a brat! Don't listen to her. Hurry up and write your diary. If you want to live in a house that has carpets when you grow up and not a dirt floor like this, you must study hard.'

'Mummy, can you give Daddy a baby boy and me a baby girl?'

'Whether it's a boy or a girl, you'll be its big sister that's all that matters,' Meili says. The loving embrace Kongzi gave her a few moments ago has left her with a bitter-sweet feeling. 'I should be drinking prenatal herbal tonics for my sore back and swollen ankles,' she says in a supplicating tone she hasn't used since she returned from her one-month absence. 'I don't think I'll go to work tomorrow. Buy me some pork kidneys in the morning. I need to build up my strength.'

'Whatever you say, my beautiful wife. I'll look after you. I'll work my back off to make sure you and little Heaven have everything you need.'

Meili senses that the baby has given their family a new future. What miseries we've endured in our quest to find happiness, she thinks to herself. She feels an urge to put her arms around Kongzi and burst into tears. Instead, she stares up at the magazine photograph she stuck to the wall showing a slender woman with glossy blonde hair, a white leather bag slung over her shoulder and large gold earrings sparkling in the shadow of her long neck. Then she looks at the photograph next to it of herself, Kongzi and Nannan standing in front of the Ming Dynasty theatre with Womb Lake in the background. In the room's dim light, her wide grin s.h.i.+nes out like a strip of cloud torn from the sky. Through the open front door she can glimpse a small section of the lake, which conjures up memories of their years on the river. Their corroded boat now lies abandoned on a muddy riverbank. She remembers how frightened and sick she felt the first few days they spent aboard, and how, after just one month, she was able to jump into the water with confidence, and even swim around a little. During those years, the boat rocked her from side to side, and Kongzi rocked her back and forth, until her body flowed like the river. If she hadn't been constantly afraid of falling pregnant, she would have been able to relax more and enjoy the pleasures of the floating days and undulating nights, the dizzying, watery limbo between sky and land. She thinks of Weiwei and his hand moving over her body. To help erase him from her mind after he left, she made Kongzi make love to her so often that, for a few days, it was painful for her to walk. But since she escaped from the violent a.s.sault and arrived in Heaven, she has cast off her former submissive self, and is now determined to become the independent, modern woman Suya told her she could be. She will learn how to type and use a computer, then she'll enter the complex world of circuit boards where you can find out anything you want and dismantle the entire universe into its const.i.tuent parts.

'Stop biting your nails, Nannan, you're a big girl now,' Meili admonishes, then turns to Kongzi, and says, 'After Heaven is born, we must work hard and buy ourselves Foshan residence permits so that our children can go to school and university. Then we can go back to Kong Village and build a house in our children's rightful birthplace. Do you hear that, little Heaven? With your mother looking after you, everything will be fine. Nannan, sing me a song, will you?'

'No, I'm hungry,' Nannan says, her face pressed against her open diary.

'Please, sing me the nightingale song I taught you last night . . .'

'All right: Little Nightingale, in your colourful robe, you come here every spring. We've built a large factory with brand-new machinery, so this spring will be even more lovely . . . Mum, I want to learn Xinjiang dancing, like Rongrong.'

'Read out what you've put in your diary today.'

'This is all I've written so far: "I was afraid the gecko was poisonous, but I still went over and looked at it. It had yellow eyes, and stripes like a tiger. When it crawled, it looked like it was riding a bicycle very fast, trying to escape a nasty enemy . . ."'

KEYWORDS: pleasant breeze, open-crotch trousers, plucking feathers, separate ward, life rod, hand-held heaters.

'I HAVE TO DRINK American ginseng all day, or these fumes give me terrible migraines,' says Meili's workmate Ah-Fei. 'Bitter tea just isn't strong enough to wash all the poisons out of my system.' Ah-Fei is disfigured by vitiligo. She wears a large surgical mask, to protect herself from the fumes and to conceal the unsightly white patches on her face.

Meili started this job three weeks ago. She had to leave her last job because the plastic granulating machines in the yard created such a deafening noise that when she went home in the evening, she couldn't hear a word Nannan or Kongzi were saying. The salary here is only thirty yuan a day, and the fumes make her eyes water, but at least when the front and back doors of the workshop are left open, a pleasant breeze flows through.

At first, Meili sat with the other eight women at the long metal table, heating and dismantling circuit boards, but leaning over her bulge and inhaling the toxic vapours made her sick, so she swapped jobs with a woman called Xiu, who is only five months pregnant. Now she sits on a bamboo stool gutting cables, which requires her to pull a cable from the tangled mound beside her, nail it to the wall, run a sharp knife down the length of its plastic casing and rip out the precious copper wires within.

'Heaven Hospital is the best place to give birth,' Xiu says, pausing to rub her belly. 'They let you go home with your baby after twenty-four hours. At Compa.s.sion Hospital, the nurses s.n.a.t.c.h your baby from you as soon as it's born, put it in a separate ward and feed it on formula for a week. They say it's because breast milk isn't nutritious enough, but the truth is they put the babies on the bottle to earn commission from formula companies.' Xiu always has the most up-to-date information on hospitals and childcare.

'Scams like that are the least of our worries,' Cha Na chips in from the end of the table. 'If the authorities decide to crack down on family planning criminals like us, things will get really ugly.' Cha Na has a daughter, Lulu, who's the same age as Nannan, and a three-month-old baby at home, whom she goes back to feed during the lunch break. She's witty and good-natured, and Meili gets on well with her.

'A woman once told me it's impossible to fall pregnant here,' Meili says. 'None of us seem to have had any problem, though!' She thinks back to the woman with crimson lipstick she met on the boat to Sanxia, and wonders whether or not she should feel grateful to her for telling her about Heaven Towns.h.i.+p.

'I tell you, Meili, a few more years in this place, and you'll be a barren old hen and your husband will be a limp c.o.c.k!' Ah-Fei sn.i.g.g.e.rs behind her face mask.

Nannan runs inside with Lulu to drink a gla.s.s of water. They've been in the backyard, clambering over a heap of computer carca.s.ses and gutted video machines. In the front yard, workers are breaking open television sets and computer monitors with kitchen cleavers and extracting the circuit boards. The thick gla.s.s interiors are shaped like huge light bulbs, with the flattened screen at one end. They are of no use any more, and are placed in a pile in the corner.

'The family planning officers in this town only take bribes they don't bother enforcing the law,' says Cha Na. 'So we'd be stupid not to take advantage of the situation and have as many children as we want.' Noticing her engorged b.r.e.a.s.t.s begin to leak onto her s.h.i.+rt, she turns to the side, pulls them out and squeezes the milk onto the ground.

'My husband never took bribes when he was head of the village family planning team,' says Pang, a middle-aged woman whose wiry black hair is braided in tight plaits. 'Everyone looked up to him. He'd come home at night, open a beer and sing: Armed with violation notices, through every village we scout. When we find a pregnant woman without a permit, we rip her baby out.' Pang has poor eyesight, and can often be heard yelping as she burns her fingers on the molten lead.

'The mere mention of family planning officers sends s.h.i.+vers down my spine,' Meili says, feeling Heaven's arms jerk about inside her womb. 'Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have blood on their hands. They'll get their just deserts in the end.' Pang gets on Meili's nerves. Her husband has visited the workshop a few times. Last year he was sacked from the family planning team after fracturing his pelvis in a road accident, and moved to Heaven with Pang and their daughter hoping to pick up some work.

'You're right there, Meili. Pang's husband's certainly got his just deserts in that car crash, didn't he? It knocked the life out of his "life rod"! Ha!'

'You may sn.i.g.g.e.r, Cha Na, but your husband's d.i.c.k will go limp too, one day, mark my words,' Pang says, then coughs into her sleeve. 'Anyway, I don't miss him sticking his dirty sausage into me every night. Never gave me much pleasure . . .'

'Well, I suppose you can at least get a good night's sleep these days,' Cha Na says, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressing against the metal table as she reaches for another circuit board.

'You really think her husband's gone limp?' Ah-Fei says with a grin. 'I bet when he goes to a hair salon, his hard-on hits the front door before he does!'

'Mind your language, please, there's a young girl at the table,' Xiu says, pointing at the fifteen-year-old girl with shoulder-length hair, dark skin and large anxious eyes. A few years ago, this girl was playing hide-and-seek under the table, just like Nannan and Lulu are doing now.

Yes, one day all those family planning officers will be punished for their crimes, Meili thinks to herself, staring blankly at the eight women as they shake their hand-held heaters over the circuit boards. The fluorescent light above them s.h.i.+nes on their hands, the boards and the blue vapours rising from them. Once the lead solder has melted, the women grip a copper wire, a chip, a capacitor or an electrode with their tweezers, wobble it to loosen the hold, then gently pull it out and place it into one of the thirty tea cups arranged before them. When all the components have been removed, they drop the empty boards into the red plastic buckets on the ground . . . Yes, those doctors and nurses who murdered Happiness will receive their punishment one day, Meili says to herself, kicking an empty cardboard box lying by her feet into the corner.

Old Shao, who's responsible for buying and distribution, has taken off his s.h.i.+rt, exposing his round belly and small flabby b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He's squatting in the doorway now, picking up the copper strands that Meili has extracted from the cables. He looks up at her and says, 'If you don't buy a fake birth permit soon, Meili, your baby won't get a residence permit. I've heard you can pick one up in Hong Kong Road for five thousand yuan.' Meili likes Old Shao. She always sits next to him at lunch. He's the only person in the workshop who knows that she is now twelve months pregnant. Six weeks after her initial due date pa.s.sed, she went for a check-up in a backstreet clinic, and the doctor told her she must have got her dates wrong, and that she should relax and let the baby come out when it's ready. Although Meili was certain that her dates were correct, when she applied for this job, she was worried the boss wouldn't hire her if he knew how long the pregnancy had lasted, so she told him she was only six months gone. Old Shao has worked in electronic waste for years. He knows how many jin of lead each brand of computer contains, and the function of every component on a circuit board. He told Meili that there are over seven hundred different chemicals in most electronic machines, and three hundred of them are harmful to the human body. He's always reminding her to wear her face mask.

'No, you'd be better off paying a snakehead ten thousand yuan to smuggle you to Hong Kong, and give birth there,' Xiu b.u.t.ts in, rubbing her bulge. 'The hospital treatment is free, and the baby would automatically get a Hong Kong residence permit, and as her mother, you could apply for one too.'

'Or you could go to Macao,' Cha Na suggests, tweezing the last component from a board. 'It belongs to China as well now, and costs less to get to than Hong Kong.'

'If I had ten thousand yuan I could pay the illegal birth fine and wouldn't need to leave the country,' Meili says, feeling Heaven turn a somersault and kick her in the bladder. She has got everything ready for the birth: sleepsuits, nappies, socks, bibs, even a longevity locket Kongzi bought in the market, but little Heaven still shows no sign of wanting to come out. She wonders whether she did indeed get the dates wrong, or if the pollution she's been exposed to has delayed the baby's development.

'In Guangzhou, the fine for illegal births has risen to twenty thousand yuan,' Ah-Fei says, pouring herself more American ginseng tea. 'So it won't be long before the fines here rise as well.'

'Prices of everything are shooting up,' says Cha Na. 'Have you seen how much nappies cost these days? I'm going to have to stop buying them and put my baby in open-crotch trousers instead.'

'Go to the market in Confucius Temple Road,' Xiu advises. 'You can buy a top-brand pack of thirty-two nappies for just forty yuan.'

'No, I bought some there once for a friend,' says Pang, waving the blue fumes away from her face. 'They're fake, filled with mouldy rags.'

'Remember the family planning officer who came here last month?' says Ah-Fei, her nostrils flaring above her face mask. 'I b.u.mped into her the other day. She's been promoted to chair of Heaven Towns.h.i.+p's Women's a.s.sociation.'

'So they've set up a Women's a.s.sociation here?' says Old Shao. 'That means Heaven will soon be granted county status. That's all down to the hard work of us migrants.' Old Shao walks along the table emptying the cups of sorted components into baskets which he then takes outside and tips into bamboo crates.

'You mean the woman with the long skinny neck who comes here before public holidays to hand out condoms?' says Ah-Fei. 'She's not too bad. When she asked me when I had my last period, I told her I hadn't had one for months, and she didn't kick up a fuss.'

'Spring Festival's only four weeks away now. Will you be spending it with your family this year, Old Shao? If so, please bring me back some salted pickles.' This woman, Yazhen, is from the same region of Jiangxi Province as Old Shao.

'No, the trains will be packed. I doubt I'd get a ticket. I think I'll just stay here.' Hearing the girls shriek in the backyard he goes to the door and shouts, 'Nannan and Lulu, get off those boxes! If you break them, the boss will blow his top.'

'Own up, Old Shao, you've got a mistress here, haven't you?' Yazhen says, raising an eyebrow. 'It's always the same: when men leave home, they forget all about their wives.'

'And if they do live at home, they just come back for dinner, then run off to sauna houses and nightclubs,' says Ah-Fei.

'Aagh!' Pang yelps, burning her fingers again.

A worker shuffles into the room, takes the empty circuit boards into the yard and dunks them into basins of sulphuric acid to retrieve any remaining sc.r.a.ps of gold. Immediately, acrid vapours drift into the workshop causing everyone's eyes and throat to burn. As dusk approaches, all the machines and bamboo baskets of sorted components are dragged back into the workshop and stacked up into tall piles. Meili sorts the red, white, blue, black, green and grey plastic casings at her feet into separate hemp sacks, then goes to help Old Shao label some white boxes.

At this time every evening, in the final minutes before they clock off, the women at the metal table stop chatting and concentrate on their work, their hands darting back and forth, tweezing out tiny square, circular, two-p.r.o.nged, three-p.r.o.nged components as though they were plucking feathers from a duck. Through the haze of blue fumes, the hot circuit boards in their hands look like miniature demolition sites.

KEYWORDS: security door, murder, difficult time, ovary, fully dilated, psychological block.

'KONGZI, I THINK my belly's contracting! My G.o.d, I'm bleeding! Quick, take me to Dr Tao's clinic.' Meili holds her bloodstained hand up to the light then climbs out of the bed. The clinic is in a village a few kilometres away. Xiu gave birth to her baby son there and recommended it to her. Meili visited it two months ago, by which time Heaven had been inside her belly for a year and a half. Dr Tao examined her and said that she only looked about eight months pregnant, and that the fetus probably needed more time in the womb. Since then, she's suffered occasional cramps, but this is the first time that Heaven has shown any sign of wanting to emerge.

'All right, let's go!' Kongzi says, raising his head sleepily from the pillow. While surfing the Web in an internet cafe late last night, he was delighted to learn that the China Inst.i.tute of Confucian Studies held a conference in Beijing recently to celebrate its sixth anniversary. He has learned to type, and plans to post an article online recommending that study of the Confucian-inspired Qing Dynasty text, Standards for being a Good Pupil and Child, be reintroduced into the school curriculum.

The sky is still dark. Kongzi opens the front door. The air outside is slightly cooler and tastes poisonous.

'We'll have to leave Nannan here,' Meili says. 'Take five hundred yuan from my handbag. Look, my belly's going tight again.'

'Today is August the 18th. The date Chairman Mao addressed a million Red Guards in Tiananmen Square. How could little Heaven choose such a rotten day to be born?'

'Stop blabbering. Is there enough diesel in your water-delivery van?' Meili leans against the wall waiting for a contraction to subside, then she pulls on a short-sleeved dress and picks up the plastic bag she's prepared for the birth. A few months ago, Kongzi removed the outboard motor from their crumbling boat and sold it for eighty yuan, and with a further eight hundred yuan he'd saved, bought a small van, which is in fact a rusty wreck that he found lying in the back of a car-repair workshop. It has no bonnet, b.u.mpers or windscreen. When he drives it through town, it resembles the tattered coat of a homeless beggar, with its oil pipes, exhaust pipes and electric cables fluttering behind it in the wind.

The infant spirit watches Father, in the darkness before dawn four years ago, drive through narrow lanes, with a cigarette in his mouth and goggles over his eyes. Mother is sitting beside him groaning with pain. As her temperature soars, she unb.u.t.tons her s.h.i.+rt, while in her womb, which is hotter still, the fetus writhes. Father's cigarette smoke pours into Mother's lungs and bloodstream, then flows through the umbilical cord into the fetus's brain. At last they arrive at the clinic. Father jumps out and bangs on Dr Tao's steel security door. 'Who's there?' a voice eventually replies. 'Don't you know how to use a doorbell?'

Mother lies on the doctor's bed, hunched up in pain as the contractions become more intense. When the cervix is fully dilated, the fetus descends but its head becomes stuck between Mother's pelvis. 'I can see its hair!' Dr Tao exclaims. 'One more push and it will be out . . .' Mother grits her teeth and pushes with all her strength. The fetus thrashes about, and its neck becomes so constricted that for a few seconds no oxygen reaches its brain. 'Oh, the pain . . .' Mother screams. Fighting for its life, the fetus grips Mother's pelvic bone and propels itself back into the womb. Dr Tao s.h.i.+nes a torch into Mother's v.a.g.i.n.a and sees a tiny petal-like hand hanging out of the cervix. He reaches in and grabs hold of it, but as he tries to yank it out, he hears a small bone in the arm snap. 'Bring me forceps and cotton wool, Qin!' he shouts to his a.s.sistant. 'Hurry!'

Mother's legs are shaking uncontrollably. Trying to distract herself from the pain, she bites into her lower lip until it bleeds.

'Relax, don't tense up,' Dr Tao tells her.

'I can't!' Mother shouts, her whole body juddering. 'I keep remembering my baby son kicking his legs about after he was pulled from me, then seconds later seeing the doctors strangle him to death. I can't get those images out of my mind.'

'I'm here to help deliver your child, not murder it. Come on, start pus.h.i.+ng again, or I'll have to call your husband in.'

'No, it's bad luck for husbands to see their wives giving birth,' Mother says, her head swaying from side to side as another wave of contractions creeps up.

'In foreign countries, men stay with their wives during childbirth to offer support and comfort,' Qin says, pressing Mother's legs down onto the bed.

'Well, we're not f.u.c.king foreigners!' Mother yells. 'Come out, little Heaven! Don't be afraid. No one's going to kill you, I promise . . .'

The infant spirit watches the fetus curl up with fright. When it was expelled from Mother's ovary and rolled down the fallopian tube at the beginning of this third incarnation, it was aware of the two previous times it had made this journey. It remembered Mother screaming: 'Don't come out into this world, my child! Return to me in another incarnation. Murderers! Animals! . . .' Then, when it reached the womb and was penetrated by Father's sperm, memories from its former lives returned with greater clarity. It recalled Father's anger on discovering that Waterborn was a girl, and it grew fearful of its own birth. As its senses developed, it became more aware of its surroundings. It cringed when Mother sighed with disappointment after being told she was pregnant with another girl, and squirmed when the bitter pollutants flowed through Mother's blood. It realised it would have to choose between the poisons of the womb and the hostility of the outside world. The fetus isn't sure what lies outside, but is certain now, after taking a brief look, that this isn't its rightful birthplace. The date tree that was blessed in Nuwa Cave when it was a sapling isn't growing in the yard. It decides that it must stay inside Mother's womb, like a fish in a gla.s.s bowl, and wait for her to carry it back to Kong Village.

Mother howls out again, her legs splayed open like a forked tree. 'Don't let me return as a woman in my next life! I'd rather be a dog or a rat than suffer this pain again!'

'You've had two doses of oxytocin, but the baby still won't budge,' Dr Tao says, tugging the fetus's foot with his forceps, struggling without success to pull it out. 'I've never seen a Chinese fetus resist so much. Are you sure it doesn't have foreign blood?' Giving up at last, he releases the foot and watches it slip back into the womb. 'If I'd pulled any harder, its spine would have broken.'

'Foreign blood?' Meili shouts. 'How insulting! I'm a descendant of G.o.ddess Nuwa. My baby's one hundred per cent Chinese! . . . Let me squat on the floor and try pus.h.i.+ng again.' Mother turns onto her side and eases herself off the bed.

'It's no use,' says Dr Tao. 'I've delivered hundreds of babies, but this one clearly has a psychological block: it just doesn't want to come out. There's nothing more I can do. I won't take any payment. You must go to a government hospital at once and ask for a surgical delivery.'

'You think I'd let someone put a knife to my belly? Never! Fetch me some more towels.' Mother is squatting with her back against the bed, looking as though she's trying to s.h.i.+t, but however hard she pushes, nothing is coming out.

'I promise you, I couldn't have pulled any harder,' Dr Tao says, perching on a stool to catch his breath. 'That fetus has unworldly strength!'

'Of course it's strong!' Mother says, mopping the sweat from her face. 'It's been inside me for twenty months!'

'Twenty months now, is it? When it does finally come out, it'll be able to jump off the bed and scamper around the room . . .'

The contractions slowly abate, the cervix closes up, and the womb becomes still. Mother topples to the floor in exhaustion. The breeze blowing from the air-conditioning unit smells of old blood and deep-fried fish.

'Still not out yet?' Father says, walking in with a carton of orange juice.

'The fetus has embedded itself into your wife's flesh. I couldn't extract it.'

'When I came to see you two months ago you said the fetus was only eight months old,' Mother says. 'How can I believe anything you say?'

'Listen, I've had enough!' Dr Tao says. 'I don't want your money. Just go and get a surgeon to take it out for you.'

'So that he can then strangle it to death?' Mother cries. 'Never!'

Seeing Father about to light up, Dr Tao shakes his head. 'Sorry, this room is air-conditioned. No smoking allowed.'

Father drops the cigarette back into his pocket and says, 'I know a bit about Taoist astrology, Dr Tao. Perhaps we should pay a priest to choose an auspicious day for the birth.'

'Don't waste time with that nonsense,' the doctor replies. 'Just listen to my advice: take her to a proper hospital straight away and pay for a Caesarean.'

'All right, all right,' Father says. 'Let's go home and fetch some more cash, Meili.'

'No, I refuse to have my belly cut open. You know how I hate the sight of knives and blood . . .' Meili is resolute. She's terrified not only that the doctors will murder the baby, but that Kongzi will explode with rage when, after spending a fortune on a Caesarean, he discovers that the baby is a girl. Since the baby's determined not to come out, Meili decides that she should have another ultrasound to confirm its s.e.x. Perhaps it will turn out to be a boy, after all. How could that woman tell that the fetus was a girl from the blurred and grainy image on the screen? She will allow little Heaven to stay inside her for as long as it wants, and they'll get through this difficult time together. If Kongzi or the government try to force her to do otherwise, she'll resist them with every fibre of her body.