A Cold Season In Shanghai. S.P. Hozy

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also wear a bride's headdress, which would cover her face completely with a curtain of beads so that she would see nothing bad on her wedding day. On the day of the wedding, the bridegroom's friends would come to the house and transport Lily to the groom's home in a sedan chair covered in ornately carved decorations and hung with tassels and baubles.

      As Tatiana sat in Lily's room surrounded by the trappings of her friend's upcoming marriage, she asked Lily if she was nervous.

      “Of course. I will be leaving my father's home to live with a strange family. And I will be expected to respect and obey my mother-in-law. I have not met my husband, and yet I will have to live with him for the rest of my life. Wouldn't you be nervous?”

      “I'd be scared to death,” Tatiana said. “I think I'd run away before my wedding day.”

      “But wouldn't you want to wait and see if maybe you liked your husband? Don't assume that all arranged marriages are unhappy. Many are successful and last a lifetime. The parents will not allow a marriage to take place if the horoscopes are not compatible.”

      “Then if I didn't like my husband, I'd run away the day after the wedding.”

      Lily laughed. “You can't tell in one day if you like someone or not. You have to give it some time. Get to know one another.”

      Tatiana thought of the Tolstoy quote Sergei seemed to repeat constantly until she wanted to scream: “The strongest of all warriors are these two—Time and Patience.” Tatiana had neither time nor patience. She wanted something to happen now, not a year from now or even a month from now. Lily's acceptance of a fate that Tatiana considered worse than death was incomprehensible to her.

      “But by then you'll be trapped,” she protested, “and you'll probably ‘catchee baby’ as Amah would say.”

      “But that would be good,” Lily said. “A baby would bring me status and would give me something to do. My husband and his mother will have to treat me with respect.”

      “Ah, but only if you have a son,” Tatiana reminded her.

      “Yes. I must have a son. But then I can have a daughter who will be my companion.”

      Lily seemed to have it all figured out.

      Before the wedding, Lily and Tatiana were allowed to go shopping together on the Chinese Bund, the part of the city that was a maze of narrow crowded streets lined with every imaginable kind of shop and kiosk. There you could buy everything from fresh produce, ivory chopsticks, brass bowls and sandalwood-scented soap to fabrics made of cotton, or raw and rough or finely woven and embroidered silk. There were hundreds of handmade items for sale in each little specialty shop—clothing made to measure in a day, gold jewellery, jade carvings, straw baskets in every size and shape, figurines carved from porcelain, stone and wood, hand-painted fans, handbags, hats, and silk and leather shoes. From every shop and stall came the cries of vendors begging, cajoling and shouting at people to buy their wares. The din was thick with their high-pitched, nasal voices. Lily and Tatiana were virtually on their own, even though they were followed everywhere by an ancient servant who carried their purchases and made sure they weren't robbed or kidnapped. Every couple of hours they would stop at a teahouse for cha and sweets, just to give the poor man a rest.

      Even though Lily had given Tatiana many presents over the years, that day she bought her an exquisite hand-embroidered, yellow silk shawl Tatiana would keep and treasure for the rest of her life. As a wedding gift, Tatiana bought Lily a platter from the Willow Pattern Tea House. They had been admiring the platter, marvelling at the beautiful hand-painted design, when the shopkeeper told them the story behind the highly prized blue and white willow pattern. The large pagoda-style dwelling painted on the right side of the pattern was the home of a wealthy mandarin who had a beautiful daughter, Koong-see. Koong-see had fallen in love with her father's secretary, Chang, who was also in love with her. Infuriated, her father arranged a marriage between Koong-see and Ta-jin, a wealthy viceroy, and forbade her to see Chang ever again. But the lovers would not be separated. They escaped during the wedding feast and ran across the bridge to elope. Koong-see's father saw them and chased after them, which was why there were three figures on the bridge. They hid in the small home of Koong-see's servants, depicted on the left side of the pattern, but were soon caught. Chang managed to escape and returned with a boat to rescue Koong-see. They went to live on an island but eventually were discovered by Ta-jin, who killed Chang. The distraught Koong-see set fire to the house and also perished. The gods turned the lovers into the two doves that were pictured at the top of the pattern.

      After Wu-ling's death, when Lily was sent away, I went to her house to see if I could find the platter. I wanted it to remind me of happier times, and also I didn't want it to end up in the hands of a stranger, either, where it would lose all meaning. I never found the platter. I assumed it had either been broken or pilfered by someone in the days after the fighting that erupted in Shanghai between Chiang Kai-shek's army and the warlords. I was devastated. The platter had come to represent, in my mind at least, much more than the material object itself was worth. The house, in the style of a pagoda with a willow tree beside it, the curved bridge over the river and the two doves in flight came to signify a special place for me where love and friendship were forever enshrined.

      I would see Lily many times after her marriage, but the fact was I viewed it as a point of separation, like a wall being erected between us. Lily was going to a place I would never know and could not share. I did not yet know where I was going, but I felt instinctively I would be going there alone.

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