Jade Lady burning

18

When we strolled into the American Club, Ginger didn’t come running down the planks, and when we sat down at the bar and ordered a couple of beers, she continued her halfhearted conversation with one of the retirees down at the end of the bar and sent the young girl who was her assistant to fill our order.

Ernie hit the beer pretty hard. The girl had hardly finished pouring for us when it was gone. Ernie ordered another, fished some money out of his wallet and, without asking me, told the girl to bring us two shots of brandy on the rocks. Korean brandy is pretty jagged stuff, but this brandy was not too bad. Probably California brandy poured into the Korean-made bottle, so Ginger wouldn’t have to pay import tax.

When we finished that shot, Ernie ordered two more, and another beer for me and another beer for himself, then set about busily pouring and slurping, hunched over the bar like a craftsman at his workbench.

“Building a drunk, eh?” I said.

“It’s time.”

I waited. I knew he’d tell me about it when he was ready. He was ready.

‘The Nurse is much better now. But old Bohler did scare the shit out of her. She’s quiet most of the time now, and she doesn’t even want me to get close to her.

“She doesn’t look any different. But I guess it’s on the inside. Like maybe she can’t trust anybody anymore and maybe she can’t relax with a man anymore. To me, that’s always been the greatest thing about the Nurse, that she was so relaxed. She took everything in stride, nothing fazed her.”

“She didn’t seem so relaxed the night she came in here with a stick.”

‘That was different. We were supposed to have gone to see the chaplain that day, for the marriage processing interview, but I skipped out. We were busy and, besides, I didn’t feel like going.”

I took a sip of the brandy and had to widen my lips and pull in some air with it. Ernie was rough on her, very rough, but I wasn’t one to be casting stones.

“I can understand why you didn’t feel like going. After you hardassed Chaplain Sturdivant like you did.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“No argument on that one.”

Ernie waited and then he spoke again. “I don’t know about this marriage paperwork stuff. It’s too much of a hassle.”

“So’s marriage,” I said.

“Yeah.”

I guess I wasn’t helping much.

Ernie squinted at me, mulling over what passed for a thought. Was something eating me, he wanted to know. I shook my head no and tried to look innocent.

A scraggly-looking little country band came in and started tuning up. Another night in Itaewon. But this would be the first one in a very long time without Kimiko.

I didn’t tell Ernie about what I had seen at her hooch today. Better to keep him out of it.

Finally, after a number of dead soldiers had fallen off the bar’s ramparts in front of us, Ginger came over and stood in front of me.

“Miss Lim, she was never sure when she was going to see you and she was afraid she might have to get on the plane to Hawaii without saying goodbye.

She thrust something at me.

“Here.”

It was a little package made of brightly colored wrapping paper, intricately folded. I thanked her and slipped it in my pocket. Korean custom is not to open gifts in front of others. Good custom. Helps you stay hidden.

We had a couple of more brandies and a few more beers and then launched ourselves unsteadily out the door to hit as many bars in Itaewon as we could until we passed out.

In the morning I unraveled the package. It was a jade medallion. A little circle with one Chinese character in the middle.

The character was ai, which means love.

Riley met us at the snack bar and after getting himself a big cup of coffee, and loading it with about half a cup of cream and four spoonfuls of sugar, he took a sip and started filling us in.

“Bohler’s on his way back to the States, in disgrace. They’ve lined him up with a training job down in Georgia and it’s understood that he’s supposed to set himself up for retirement in Florida and be out of the Army within six months.”

“What about the Koreans?”

‘That was a little more tricky. They wanted to cooperate but they had a complicated public-relations problem on their hands. The Itaewon fire marshall reopened the investigation and came to the conclusion that although Miss Pak Ok-suk might have been having sex with someone earlier that evening, they believe that the man, whoever he was, left and that then Miss Pak, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, attempted to change the yontan charcoal by herself and dropped one of the flaming briquettes in the center of the floor. Possibly she thought that there was a metal pan there to hold it. And then she lay down on her bed and went to sleep.”

“What about the abuse to her body?” Ernie said.

“Never mentioned in too much graphic detail in the Korean papers. They ignored it.”

“And Spec-4 Watkins?”

“Charges against him were dropped. He’s down at Osan Air Force Base right now, under MP escort, being sent back to the States.”

“Are they kicking him out of the Army?”

“Not right away. They assigned him to The Presidio of San Francisco. Better to keep him on active duty, so they’ll have him under jurisdiction of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, until this thing blows over.”

“So it’s all just going to blow away, huh?”

“Except for you guys. They discussed sending you up to the DMZ-discussed it very seriously-but decided against it right now because if they do, you’re liable to start mouthing off to the wrong people.”

“Like our congressman.”

“Or a reporter,” Ernie said, looking encouraged.

“Right.” Riley sipped his coffee. “So they’re going to keep you here, keep an eye on you, and give you an attitude check. Your prospects around here, though, are not too bright after being foolish enough to lower the hammer on the chief of staff of the Eighth United States Army. But the one ray of hope is that they’ve definitely taken you off the shit list.”

“What? You’re kidding.”

“No. Seriously. They’ve taken you off it. And put you on a whole new list that they’ve created just for this situation. They’re calling it the disembowel-as-soon-as-possible list. You’re both tied for first place.”

“Anybody else on it?”

“No. Just you two.”

“You’ve been a great help to us, Riley.”

“Glad to be of service.”