| Subject: Maggie's farm (Part 7) |
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Date Posted: 12:02:02 06/24/03 Tue
If I have to use a musical genre to describe the personality of my girls, Iris must be the loud, rebellious Rock and Roll, and Maggie should be the soft and melancholic Blues.
I've been into rock music since I was a kid and still love it very much. But when I grew older, I began to appreciate the subtleness and sadness of the blues. Anyhow, rock's derived from blues, wasn't it?
My headphone's blaring with Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit when Maggie and I was on our way to the GZ airport. Few months later, Kurt Cobain would blown his brain off with a shotgun.
"...............," Maggie was trying to say something to me but I couldn't hear a word.
"Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low?" Cobain sang his heart out.
"What? What did you say?" I yelled as if she couldn't hear anything from me neither.
Everybody on that mini-bus turned their heads and looked at us. It's at that moment I switched the volume down and realized our bus's already on the GS Highway.
"Will you see Iris again when I'm gone?" Maggie repeated her question.
"No, I don't think so. She's already back to Chongqing. Haven't I told you about that?" I lied. In fact, I was going to see her very soon.
"Will you forget me when I'm not here," she asked, worriedly.
"Don't worry, Maggie. I promise I won't fool around with other girls, OK?" I replied, seriously.
I was a shameless liar, wasn't I?
It's very lucky Maggie only had a suitcase and a red-white-blue bag with her. We easily passed through the homeward-bound crowd in the airport and reached the check-in counter after a few fights with the assholes who tried to cut in the queue.
When we were having lunch at the airport restaurant, I finally asked her the question.
"Have you gone back to the hair salon and worked again?" I looked at her eyes and asked.
"NO! Who told you that? I haven't slept with anyone since the last time you found out....., anyway, I've been to the hair salon once in a while but only playing mah jong with the girls......don't you believe me?" Maggie replied in a tone of little girl who'd just done something wrong at school.
Maggie's a lousy liar, wasn't she?
"Hey, relax, just asking. But I really hope you could quit that kind of job for good," I said.
Jodie's voice kept ringing in my ears.
"Lo Kung, please write me letters when you're in Canada, I have never received any letter from anybody in my hometown," Maggie asked, before she went through the security.
"I will! Take care and say hello to your parents," I was thinking how could I send her a letter from Canada while I'd be in Chongqing.
Then we waved goodbye to each other.
Robert Johnson was playing his 12 bar blues guitar in my headphone when I stepped outside the airport. And I tried to figure out what's the cheapest way to send the first shipment of merchandise from GZ to Chongqing.......
To be continued.............
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