The Interior

Her duty done, the old woman paid her respects to Jinli and left. David came to sit at Hulan's side and, as they had repeatedly over these last few weeks, went back over the events leading to the conflagration at Knight. His orderly mind had boiled everything down to greed. The old men in the Silk Thread Cafe had been greedy, getting their kickbacks from Doug via Amy Gao. Tang Dan and Miles Stout had clearly been motivated by greed. And it had all started because Henry Knight was greedy in his own way.

Unwilling to share his company with his less talented son, Henry had unwittingly set the whole catastrophe in motion. And as much as David liked the man, he couldn't help but acknowledge that greed was what was keeping Henry going now. A makeshift assembly area-based on Doug's plans-had been set up in the Knight warehouse, and even now women were working overtime to get boxes of Sam amp; His Friends in the stores by Christmas. With all the additional publicity, the supply really couldn't meet the demand. More than that, the articles in the papers- and there'd been countless-had portrayed the Sam amp; His Friends technology as so revolutionary that it had caused… Well, the whole thing sounded positively Shakespearean.

In the meantime, Knight International's stock had gone through the roof, and Henry had, to considerable acclaim, unveiled a plan to link executive pay to fair labor practices, especially regarding child labor, since, as he kept repeating, "We're in the toy business. We create toys for children, not jobs!" Community groups, a reorganized board of directors, as well as a consortium of international watchdog organizations would carry out inspections. (This one action, if it was to be believed, wiped out half of Knight's workforce. Peanut and so many others had been sent "home," meaning that they'd simply moved on to other factories with less discriminating owners.) Henry's actions were not as noble as it seemed at first glance. When he wasn't giving interviews or testifying before Congress, he was talking to studios and conglomerates all over the world for what the international media was calling "the largest global out-licensing campaign of all time." It seemed that Doug's predictions had been frighteningly accurate.

Of course, all the attention had spurred the media to cover a different aspect of the story. Chinese woman migrant workers were changing the face of the countryside. Unlike their male counterparts, these women either sent their earnings home to their peasant families, increasing the household income by forty percent, or were saving their salaries so they might return to their villages to open little businesses. It was estimated that women who'd returned from foreign factories owned nearly half of all shops and cafes in rural villages. Suddenly Chinese peasant girls were seen by their families as leaders of social and economic change; as a result, in the last calendar year female infanticide had dropped for the first time in recorded history. As a Ford Foundation scholar noted, female migrant workers were the single most important element transforming Chinese society. "This is happening on a scope unprecedented worldwide, and it means radical, revolutionary changes for women." If anything, these stories soothed the consciences of parents around the world who needed to have Sam and Cactus and Notorious and the rest of the Friends in time for the holidays. Or, as Amy Gao might have put it, if there was one thing Americans admired, trusted, and believed in more than democracy, it was capitalism.

Hulan had heard all this before and once again repeated her view. "This wasn't caused by greed. It was love."

When she'd first said this back in the hospital, David hadn't believed her, for she was not a woman given over to mushy sentiments. But she had stuck to her theory now for weeks without much other explanation. In fact, since his return from Los Angeles, he'd noticed a certain bitterness in her thoughts, but perhaps after what she'd been through this was to be expected. That day in the factory she'd drawn on her last bit of strength to save not only David and Henry but all those other women. She'd been left so physically weak and emotionally frail that her usual defenses were in tatters.

"I've never experienced unconditional love like Suchee's for Miao-shan or even Keith's for Miaoshan," she said, finally expanding on her idea. "She had a lot of faults, but she must have been a remarkable woman to elicit that kind of devotion."

"Maybe they weren't so blind," David interrupted. "Yes, she was manipulative, but somewhere along the line she shifted. She had nothing personal to gain from trying to organize the women in the factory, and the way she divided up the materials tells me that she really wanted to make sure that information got out. She had energy, brains, and in other circumstances things might have turned out differently for her." He paused, then asked, "What about Doug? You can't believe he acted out of love."

"Him most of all. Think of what he did to prove himself to his father. Then think of how on that last day, Henry was willing to take the blame for everything-the corruption, the murders-to protect his son. He begged us to bring him back to Beijing to face the consequences. And in our own ways we deceived ourselves and each other despite love, for love…" She closed her eyes. When she opened them, he saw nothing but sorrow. "I look back at my parents and the way I was brought up, and I wonder at all of it. I think of my work and how I see the very worst in people. But for me it's easier than the alternative."

"The alternative?"

"To give myself over fully to love," she said, at last admitting her deepest fear. She looked away again and stared over at Zai, her mother, and her nurse. "Suchee says I've run away my entire life. Maybe I have, because staying opens up the possibility of losing love and being hurt." When she turned back to him, her eyes glittered with tears. "I don't think I could stand losing you or the baby."

"You're not going to lose us," he said. "I'm here and the baby's coming." He tried to be light. "You're always so good with your proverbs. Well, I have a few of my own. You can run, but you can't hide. It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. You don't know if you don't like spinach unless you've tried it."

"Those aren't proverbs! They're cliches."

"Well, hear this, then." He took her hand and kissed it. "I'll never leave you, Hulan. That's just the way it is."