‘You been in Hong Kong long?’ Rob said.
‘About four years,’ I said. ‘But I never get used to the humidity in the summer.’
‘Are you English?’
‘No, Australian.’
The lift doors opened and the three of us entered the lobby of the eleventh floor. Leo unlocked the gate and opened the front door for us. We went in and removed our shoes at the front entrance, then walked together down the hall towards the bedrooms.
I stopped at my bedroom door. ‘Nice to meet you, Rob. ‘Night, Leo.’
Rob nodded and smiled, and followed Leo to his room. Leo still didn’t say a word.
I went into my room, carefully closed the door, and collapsed onto my bed laughing.
‘Emma?’
I stopped laughing. I’d woken Simone.
I opened the door between our bedrooms a crack. ‘Sorry, sweetheart. I woke you up.’
Simone sat up in her bed, her face swollen with sleep and her honey-coloured hair tangled around her head. ‘Oh. Okay. Can you sit with me while I go back to sleep?’
I slipped in and sat next to her on the bed. ‘Did you have a nightmare?’
Simone slid under the covers and rolled onto her side. ‘Leo brought his boyfriend home again,’ she said. ‘He’s funny.’
I rubbed her back under the covers.
‘I’m glad he has someone to love,’ she said, her voice sleepy. ‘It makes him happy.’
‘I’m glad too,’ I said softly.
‘Bad people take away the people you love.’ She curled up into a ball. ‘I hate the bad people.’
‘I’m here,’ I said softly, at a loss. I wondered what had happened to her mother. All I knew was that she had died. I opened my mouth to ask and closed it again.
Simone sighed under the covers. ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if there were no bad people? If nobody had to be scared of them any more? If Daddy didn’t have to stay here and get hurt all the time to look after me, if he could go back to his Mountain and be happy, like he used to? Before—’ She choked it off, then her voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Before the bad people came. We had a lot of fun. He did lots of secret stuff all the time, and we laughed.’
‘What secret stuff?’
‘You have to ask Daddy. I’m not allowed to tell you.’ Her voice filled with her cheeky smile. ‘Both Leo and Daddy said I’m not allowed to tell you, so you have to ask. Ask them about the secret stuff, it’s really fun.’ Then her voice saddened again. ‘I just wish we could have the secret stuff, and all of us together again, and no more bad people…and…’
She sighed and curled up tighter. ‘Ask Daddy. I’ll be okay now, Emma, you go to sleep. I’m sorry I made you come in. Go to sleep, and we’ll have fun tomorrow, you and me. I’m glad you came to look after me. We’ll have fun.’
‘Yes, we will,’ I said, still stroking the covers. ‘I can stay here until you fall asleep.’
‘Ask Daddy,’ she said, almost a whisper, then her breathing softened and deepened into sleep.
A taxi pulled into the lay-by outside the temple the next afternoon and April stepped out holding a large plastic shopping bag. She saw me and waved. ‘What’s in the bag?’ I said.
‘Stuff for the ancestors. So they bless my marriage and make it good. I’ll put it in front of the tablets.’
‘The ancestral tablets?’ She nodded a reply.
I stopped at the front gate to the temple and grinned. The wrought-iron fence and gate had swastikas worked into the metalwork. They were the reverse direction from the Nazi swastika, but still recognisable, picked out in red paint against the black fence.
I pointed at one. ‘In the West, that’s a symbol of Nazi Germany and sort of…’ I searched for the word. ‘Bad.’
April looked at the fence, bewildered. ‘What is?’ I outlined the swastika on the gate with my finger. ‘This symbol.’
She shook her head. ‘It’s just good luck.’
‘Do you know anything about the Nazi regime in Germany? Hitler?’
She hesitated, thinking, then said, ‘Hitler was a great European General, right? He conquered most of Europe.’
I suppressed the laugh. ‘That’s one way of describing him. He tried to kill a whole race of people.’
She shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about that. We didn’t do much European history in school.’
‘Didn’t you go to school in Australia?’
‘No, I went to Australia to study IT at university, then got citizenship, then took my parents out there after Tiananmen.’
She pressed the intercom button next to the gate and it unlocked for us. We went inside.
The temple sat on top of the Pokfulam hill, overlooking the steeply terraced cemetery that led down to the sea below us. A few highrises were scattered at the base of the hill, mostly inhabited by expatriates who didn’t care about the bad fung shui of living near the cemetery.
April led me past the main hall and towards the steps down to the tablet rooms.
‘What’s in the main hall?’ I said, pointing towards three huge statues inside.
‘The Three Big Gods,’ April said. ‘You know, the gods in charge of everything.’
‘This is a Taoist temple, right?’
She hesitated for a moment, then said, ‘Just a temple.’
‘But the Three Big Gods are Taoist?’
‘I don’t know,’ April said. ‘They’re just the big Gods, but they’re different from the Buddha, so I suppose they are.’ She moved closer and whispered, ‘It’s all just old people’s superstition anyway, but it’s important to worship the ancestors, otherwise they get mad at you and you get bad luck. And I want good luck for my marriage.’
We went down the steep steps to the tablet rooms at the back of the temple. Dark green and brown mosaic tiles covered the floor and walls, with a bare painted concrete ceiling. A family sat on grimy vinyl couches to one side, folding squares of gold paper into the shape of ancient gold bars and stuffing them into paper sacks.
‘Funeral,’ April whispered, and passed the people without glancing at them again.
The rest of the offerings were ready for the funeral in the main hall of the tablet rooms. A house stood in the middle of the hall, about two metres high, made of flimsy bamboo bracing and covered with paper. It had three storeys, with tiny air conditioners in the windows and a mah jong table in one room. A male and a female servant and a guard dog stood in the front garden. Next to the house was a Mercedes, with a driver made of paper, and stacked next to the car was a variety of day-to-day necessities, all made out of paper: a portable stereo, a mobile phone, clothes, a television, a tea set with a vacuum flask for the hot water, and more servants. The whole lot was waiting for the main funeral ceremony, when it would be thrown into the furnace in the garden next to the tablet rooms and burned. The essence would travel to heaven for the use of the dead relative.
April moved to the next room. The walls were lined with glass-fronted cabinets, with rows upon rows of ancestral tablets inside, rising all the way to the ceiling. There must have been a thousand of them. One wall had larger tablets for the more wealthy, but April’s ancestors inhabited one side cabinet and were smaller. The tablets were each about ten centimetres high and five wide, made of red plastic. The name of the ancestor was in raised lettering picked out in gold.
A large laminated dining table sat in front of the tablets, with an incense burner holding a stick of incense and a red plastic plate of oranges on it. The room smelled strongly of incense, and the ceiling was black with smoke.
While April fiddled around placing plates of oranges, apples and roast pork and chicken on the table, I wandered around the temple, carefully avoiding the grieving family and their paper-folding.
Another table with a cabinet above it stood next to one of the temple’s peeling mouldy walls, under a heavily barred window. The table and cabinet were packed full of statues of gods, many of them an identical statue of a woman in flowing robes carrying an urn.