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Chinaman's Chance

... That last part sounded like Mrs. Crabtree liked Brian a whole lot. "I guess I better teach Irish jigs to the Chinese around here." We both laughed. I was covering up my fright. I didn't realize Brian was that dangerous. The bartender walked back and handed me a plate of fried chicken. "Thank you, Tim." Tim smiled and left. I guessed I made a friend of the bartender, too. "If you continue doing that for the boys, maybe we had better make sure those boobies of yours don't bounce so much. Small as they are, someone else is bound to notice them eventually." I just about choked on the piece of chicken I was chewing. I guess I didn't make a very convincing boy after all. "Does that mean you want me back tomorrow?" "Yes." "What if Joe comes back?" "I'll keep him on," said the proprietor. "He's as worthless as teats on a boar, but I can't afford to have people think I prefer a Chinaman over an Irishman." "Okay, boss," I responded. "I can understand that. Say, this is pretty good chicken. I'm going to save it and share it with my friend. He'll be glad to hear the good news about my job, too." "Go ahead and eat. I've got lots more. I'll wrap some up and you can take it home to your friend." "Thanks, Mrs. Crabtree." "Call me Emma when we're alone." "I'm Jennifer when we're alone," I responded. Emma gave me a dollar and told me keep quiet about how much she gave me. I had to remind myself that a dollar was probably a pretty good day's wage for a lot of people in the era I was now ...

... living. She then allowed me to go home early because my friend was probably worried about where I was. I was right about Chen being worried. I could see an almost frantic expression on his face from half a block away. I waved and caught his attention. He closed his eyes and I imagined he was going through a calming exercise. "I have some good news," I said. Instead of asking what the news was, Chen launched into an angry sounding tirade. I didn't understand a word of it because it was all in Cantonese. He motioned me to follow him. I started to ask him what was wrong, but he became even angrier and louder, drowning me out. I wondered what it was that I had done wrong. It wasn't until we were back in our room with the door closed that he embraced me. "We are under observation," he whispered and then yelled some more. I was both frightened and relieved. Frightened that the bad guys might have found us and relieved that I wasn't in trouble with Chen. It was an act to mislead whoever was watching us. My husband walked outside and then came back a few minutes later. "I think they have lost interest in us for now," Chen said. "You are now my worthless good-for-nothing newly-arrived nephew that I would send back to China immediately if I had any money." "Hold me," was the only thing I could think to say. We held each other without saying anything for over a minute. Chen said, "I believe they were tong agents. You are a new face in the neighborhood and I wanted to establish your identity ...