White Tiger

tall, blond and slender. Looked to be in his mid-thirties, about the same age as Leo. He had a definite American accent. ‘Rob.’
    Leo walked in front of us and opened the ground-floor door to the lift lobby.
    We all entered the lift together.
    ‘You live here too?’ Rob said.
    ‘Yep, I’m the nanny.’
    Leo gazed at the numbers above the lift door without saying a word.
    ‘It’s really humid,’ Rob said.
    ‘Yeah. Summer’s here, all right.’
    ‘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