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Chinaman's Chance

... impossible. I concede that. And I know it's something I can't prove, but I swear it's the truth. The most logical explanation I can come up with is that I'm having this strange dream sort of like 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' by Lewis Carroll." "I read that book," Maggie said. "It's a wonderful story." "The only thing I haven't figured out is how I've roped Chen and now you into my dream." "Maybe we're all dreaming the same dream," Chen said. "Perhaps that's it," Maggie responded. "It's getting a little late, but I wouldn't mind hearing what the future has in store for the world. Maybe tomorrow?" Over breakfast the following morning, we talked about some of the same predictions I discussed with Chen. Maggie said she probably wouldn't be around for the San Francisco earthquake and fire. She knew about the efforts to limit Chinese immigrants led by Senator John Franklin Miller of California, but she didn't think the proposed legislation would ever become law. It was opposed by big business. A similar measure had passed the Senate, but had been vetoed by President James Garfield. After Garfield's assassination, the legislation had again been vetoed by his successor, President Chester Arthur. "We'll see," I replied. I still thought I'd be proven right. There was a small barn on the property. Chen had converted part of it to living quarters on a previous stay. This was where we would live during our stay. There was no livestock with the exception of some chickens and two ...

... mules for the buckboard. We paid rent for room and board even though Maggie kept insisting she didn't want or need our money. Chen also worked in the garden and I helped out with the cooking and housekeeping. The work wasn't strenuous for either of us and it was therapeutic, relieving all the stress we had recently been through. It also gave Maggie a break and allowed her to pursue more of her photography hobby. She even had her own dark room in a shed she had built on the property. The first thing Maggie wanted to do was purchase clothes for us. It was a good idea because we didn't have much more than the clothing on our backs and they were worn out. Since we couldn't go to town, she took our measurements and became our personal shopper. I expected to get a replacement for my black coolie outfit and a new pair of sandals. I got that, but also dresses with matching bonnets and aprons. I got so excited, I tried on each dress and modeled them for Chen and Maggie. "I'm beginning to feel like a woman again." Speaking of modeling, Maggie started using Chen and me as models, both for sketching and photography. Her previous works had been mostly landscapes and very little portraiture. "I could stay here forever," I told Chen. "Why did you ever want to leave here in the first place?" "Why did you leave your privileged existence for the uncertainties of show business?" Chen responded. "Point taken," I said. "How did you two meet?" "Maggie caught me stealing a box of her apples." "Oh my ...