Big Breasts & Wipe Hips: A Novel

air. Scat! He heard Aunty Sun’s voice and watched as the black rooster tumbled through the air and thudded to the ground in the middle of the yard. With a sigh, he let his hands drop from the wall.
    Suddenly, he remembered that he was supposed to be getting Third Master Fan to help with the donkey. But as he was turning to leave, the rooster, bloody but fighting to stay alive, struggled miraculously to its feet, propped up by its wings. Shorn of feathers, its tail stood up in all its strange, hideous nakedness, frightening Shangguan Shouxi. Blood still streamed from its open throat, but the head and comb, bled dry, were turning a deathly white. Yet it kept fighting to hold it up. Struggle! It held its head high, but then it sagged and hung limply. Again it rose in the air, then drooped, and rose one more time, this time, it seemed, to stay. It shook from side to side, as the rooster sat down, blood and foamy bubbles seeping from its beak and then from the opening in its neck. Its eyes glittered like gold nuggets. Distressed by the sight, Aunty Sun wiped her hands with straw and seemed to be chewing on something, even though her mouth was empty. She spat out a mouthful of saliva and yelled at the five dogs, “Go!”
    Shangguan Shouxi fell flat on his backside.
    When he pulled himself back to his feet, black feathers were flying all over the yard; the arrogant rooster was being torn apart, splattering the ground with raw meat and fresh blood. Like a pack of wolves, the dogs fought over the entrails. The mutes clapped their hands and laughed —
guh-guh.
Aunty Sun sat on the doorstep holding a long pipe, smoking like a woman deep in thought.
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    The seven daughters of the Shangguan family — Laidi (Brother Coming), Zhaodi (Brother Hailed), Lingdi (Brother Ushered), Xiangdi (Brother Desired), Pandi (Brother Anticipated), Niandi (Brother Wanted), and Qiudi (Brother Sought) — drawn by a subtle fragrance, came out of the side room to the east and huddled under Shangguan Lu’s window. Seven little heads, pieces of straw stuck in their hair, crowded up to see what was happening inside. They saw their mother sitting on the
kang
leisurely shucking peanuts, as if nothing were amiss. But the fragrance continued to seep through their mother’s window. Eighteen-year-old Laidi, first to comprehend what Mother was doing, could see the sweaty hair and bloody lips, and noted the frightening spasms of her swollen belly and the flies flitting around the room. The peanuts were being crushed into crumbs.
    Laidi’s voice cracked as she cried out, “Mother!” Her six younger sisters followed her lead. Tears washed all seven girls’ cheeks. The youngest, Qiudi, cried pitifully; her little legs, covered with bedbug and mosquito bites, began to churn, and she broke for the door. But Laidi ran over and swept her up in her arms. Still bawling, the little girl pummeled her sister’s face.
    “I want Mommy, I want my Mommy …”
    Laidi’s nose began to ache, and there was a lump in her throat. Hot tears streamed down her face. “Don’t cry, Qiudi,” she coaxed her little sister as she patted her on the back, “don’t cry. Mommy’s going to give us a baby brother, a fair-skinned, roly-poly baby brother.”
    Shangguan Lu’s moans emerged from the room. “Laidi,” she said weakly, “take your sisters away. They’re too small to understand what’s going on. You should know better.” Then a shriek of pain tore from her mouth, and the remaining five girls crowded up to the window again.
    “Mommy,” fourteen-year-old Lingdi cried out, “Mommy …”
    Laidi put her sister down and ran to the door on feet that had been bound briefly then liberated. She tripped on the doorsill’s rotting boards and crashed into the bellows, smashing a large dark green ceramic bowl filled with chicken feed. When she clambered to her feet, she spotted her grandmother, who was kneeling at the Guanyin altar, where incense smoke was curling into the air.
    Quaking from head to toe, she righted the bellows, then bent down to pick up the pieces of the broken bowl, as if by somehow putting it back together she could lessen the severity of her blunder. Her grandmother stood up quickly, like an overfed horse, swaying from side to side, her head shaking crazily, as a string of strange sounds spilled from her mouth. Shrinking into herself and holding her head in her hands, Laidi braced for the anticipated blow. But instead of hitting her, her grandmother