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Ala awoke with Danno sleeping with his head on her shoulder. They had landed in Seoul safely. Her head was tender from the stress of the turbulence and the sleep she managed to get was not restful. She unbuckled her seat belt and gently climbed over Danno’s seat. Her legs nearly gave out when her feet hit the floor and she headed toward the restroom.
“Ms., please sit down,” the weary stewardess said slouched in the seat she was still strapped into. Her jacket was off and her eye makeup was smudged.
“I really need to stretch. How much longer until we’re off the plane?” Ala said.
“A few more minutes, when we get word from the captain.”
“We’re on the ground. I don’t understand the hold up,”
Danno woke up and immediately registered the exchange going on between them. He got up and took Ala’s hand.
“Let’s just sit down,” he whispered.
“Stop acting like I am crazy. I have every right to stand up after a whole day on this plane.”
“I know. We’re almost done. Let’s sit.”
She let him pull her back to their seats. He took her hand into his hands.
“We made it through the plane almost crashing. The last thing we need is for you to be detained in South Korea for mouthing off to a flight attendant.” He kissed her.
She took a compact out of her purse and ran her fingers through her hair, which looked better after she had slept on it. She turned on her phone, even though she knew the staff would take issue with this if they saw her. She had missed eleven phone calls during the flight and could see the most recent three were from Jase. Her face grew hot and she leaned forward, afraid she was going to be sick.
“Ala,” Danno rubbed her back. “We can get off now. Are you okay?”
She nodded and made sure she had all of her things. Their luggage was still in tact there a sense of relief among the passengers that the flight had come to an end without the use of an emergency slide Some of them even thanked the stewardesses while leaving the plane. Ala walk straight past them without making eye contact.
The waiting area was very hot. The smell of people who had been on planes and in airports for multiple days overwhelmed her. She and Danno held hands tightly and squeezed through the crowd.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Let’s go the lounge, so I can have a cigarette.”
She wondered how soon into their relationship she could mention that his smoking bothered her. It added to his sex appeal, but now she was concerned about both of them being alive and healthy for years to come.
Danno took out his membership card and showed it to the pretty hostess who was wearing a sea green kimono. They took two armchairs away from everyone else and ordered some tea. He lit a cigarette and, leaning back in his chair, winked at her.
“Do you think anyone else has had a crazier time than we have?”
What she had learned for sure this summer was that there were crazy people everywhere and that there was no reason to believe that she, or anyone else, was ever safe.
“I’m going to make a phone call,” she said, walking to the window that overlooked the tarmac. She didn’t know what time it was back home, but knew that Jase wouldn’t care when she called even if it was the middle of the night. The phone only rang once.
“Ala?” His voice was badly broken like he had been walking through a blizzard with bronchitis. She knew he had been up drinking.
“Hi. Did I wake you?”
“No, I’ve been up. Where are you?” He said with urgency in his voice.
She bit the side of her cheek. She always got really honest when she felt like he needed her help.
“Jase, what happened?”
“My mom died.”
She pushed the phone against her ear, picturing Abigail’s face.
“I’m so sorry.”
“She was alone. I don’t know how, but she was all alone when the hospital called. My idiot brother.”
“Oh Jase, I-” She felt her throat constricting, trying to hold back tears.
“Can you come home? Or here? I need you.”
She looked back at Danno who was also on a call. Panic flowed through her aching legs. They were not together anymore, but she knew this day would come and couldn’t imagine not being there.
“I can’t come right now. I’m sorry.”
“Tomorrow then? Please Ala, I’ll never ask you for anything again.”
“I don’t think so, Jase.”
“Where are you that’s so Goddamn important?” He yelled. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Look just please; let me get you a ticket. We can talk when you get here.”
She shook her head.
“I just can’t.”
“I’m always going to be waiting for you,” he said starting to cry. She hung up the phone.
She walked back to Danno, wiping both eyes with her fingers, as he was putting his phone away.
“I love you,” she said, sitting on his lap.
“Are you crying?”
“I just love you.”
“I love you,” he said, pulling her mouth to his mouth. “You’re going to have to board soon. Finish your tea. I’m going to use the restroom and then I’ll walk you to the gate.”
She took her seat and made herself take a sip of tea. It burned her mouth. She took a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table and lit it. She inhaled and the smoke seemed to make tiny hatch marks down the back of her throat. She coughed violently. Several people dressed in suits looked over at her. She took another puff and eased back into the chair.
It wasn’t possible to go back for Abigail’s funeral. There would be too much pain and too many people who had known her as someone else. She would be uncomfortable the entire time and Jase would lean on her for more support than she could give. Years later, she could imagine feeling like a heartless person, and if that happened, she would apologize then.
She opened her bag and put her phone away. Emmanuel’s letter was crumpled toward the bottom. She smoothed the pages out on her lap and a smaller slip of paper flittered to the ground. It was a check for ten thousand dollars. She folded it in half and shoved it into her wallet.
She stubbed out her cigarette and continued to read.
“…I am still out of the country and, while I have received disturbing news about my property being disrupted, I am a firm believer in assessing a claim before reacting. This only has to do with the current company you keep, specifically Danno. As someone who has known his character well for years, I feel it is my duty to warn you that you are in danger.”
Sweat spiked up on the back of her neck. She wanted to reread, but had to keep going.
“When I hired Bruno ten years ago, I thought he was a lowly gardener who hadn’t had much luck. Being from my native land, I trusted him without any idea that he was acting as Danno’s informant. I am not going to delve into the kind of business we do, since I have a feeling that in your current situation, time is precious. I can only say that my fortune is spoken of often in my industry’s circles and that the two of them have been working for quite some time to drain my assets.
Apparently Danno and Bruno’s relationship has gone south, and Bruno was not paid what was promised to him. This is where you came in. There aren’t any known people or things in this world that would affect Danno’s decisions, but you apparently have done so. This is not something to be proud of. I am only relieved that you had enough fight in you to stay alive.
Please do whatever you have to and get away from this man. Even if he doesn’t kill you himself, his line of work will. You will have no way of reaching me once I send this letter. I hope that for you and your parent’s sake, you leave this unsavory character’s side and find safety.
Danno told her that “watermelon” would act as the password between her and the driver and not to get in the car with anyone who came to pick her up who did not know it outright. She nodded and hung up, and then waited under a nearby tree whose shadows swallowed her from street view. The car that came was black with tinted windows and gold rims. The driver wore a gray blazer and stubble sprinkled his jawline and coffee can of a neck. Keeping his eyes straight ahead, he rolled down the window.
Ala approached, suddenly feeling ridiculous about having to ask him for a password, when she would obviously do anything to get out of the area at this point. Bruce was probably awake and looking for her, calling the police to tell them he knows that Ala was involved in the fire.
“Did Danno give you a password?” She said, not knowing what to do with her hands and holding them behind her back.
“Watermelon,” he said. “Get in.”
She let herself in to the back, pulling the nightgown so it covered her knees. The driver lit a cigarette and turned the radio on. Whatever career path he had pursued most likely promoted more excitement than driving a girl with an awful haircut and no shoes around in the middle of the night.
A blues song vibrated in the back speakers, forcing her to bite down on her lip to keep from audibly crying. She turned her face toward the window and let a few tears leak out before straightening out in the seat. She had almost died. And now another chance had come from someone who loved her and didn’t bother asking questions.
They passed the local library after twenty minutes. Bruce did not live that far away from her parents, yet his neighborhood had been unrecognizable. He probably visited the same library. His mother probably shopped at the market that Ala’s mother shopped at. They probably had seen each other before. A strong gulp managed to push the bile back down her throat.
She rolled down the window as the car turned onto the street where her parents had lived. It looked the same as always when she had returned from a trip. The houses looked smaller, cozier, as if she had conquered somewhere more important, and was coming home to recharge. Now her heart banged against her chest with the thrill of being safe, of coming back from the dead.
Before the car came to a full stop, she opened the door and spilled out in front of Emmanuel’s house. The car stopped sharply. Danno came out the front door and nodded, sending the car on its way. Before Ala could comb through her hair with her fingers, she was in his arms.