Where are her children? Yet
has she buried two husbands."
"The one was drowned, the other kicked by a horse," Ah Kim
qualified.
"A year of her, unworthy son of a noble father, and you would
gladly be going out to get drowned or be kicked by a horse."
Subdued chucklings and laughter from the window audience applauded
her point.
"You buried two husbands yourself, revered mother," Ah Kim was
stung to retort.
"I had the good taste not to marry a third. Besides, my two
husbands died honourably in their beds. They were not kicked by
horses nor drowned at sea. What business is it of our neighbours
that you should inform them I have had two husbands, or ten, or
none? You have made a scandal of me, before all our neighbours,
and for that I shall now give you a real beating."
Ah Kim endured the staccato rain of blows, and said when his mother
paused, breathless and weary:
"Always have I insisted and pleaded, honourable mother, that you
beat me in the house, with the windows and doors closed tight, and
not in the open street or the garden open behind the house.
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