Sharon Shinn - Gateway

(c) 2009

DAIYU LOOKED OVER the assortment of jewelry at the old womans booth and didnt see anything she liked. Shed spent nearly an hour wandering outdoors around the Arch grounds, investigating the stalls being set up for Fair Saint Louis, and shed been so surprised to see a jewelry vendor among the food booths that shed stopped to look over the merchandise. But now she wished she hadnt. The necklaces were cheap, the summer heat was overwhelming, and in a minute she was going to be late getting back from lunch.

Im sorry, she said to the old woman standing on the other side of the rickety table. I dont think Ill be buying anything today.

The vendor was so tiny, she had to look up at Daiyu, and Daiyu was the shortest girl in her class.The old woman was so old, even her wrinkles had wrinkles. But her black eyes were shrewd and calculating. You like rings? she asked, reaching for something under the table.

Daiyu shrugged. I usually dont wear one. In fact, she rarely wore anything except a watch, hoop earrings, and the necklace her parents had given her-a gold chain hung with a gold charm that spelled out her name in Chinese characters.

Youll like this ring, the old woman promised, bringing out a small box wrapped in red silk.

She flipped open the lid to reveal a jet-black ring nestled in a snug slot of red velvet. The old woman teased it loose and held it out in her narrow palm, and Daiyu bent closer to see. It was a single piece of stone carved in the shape of a dragon, head thrown back, talons extended, tail whipping around to touch its nose. Daiyu had a sudden, intense, and most uncharacteristic impulse to snatch it up and then go running from the fairgrounds.

Try it on, the old woman urged.

Why not? Daiyu picked it up and slid it onto the ring finger of her right hand. Smooth and cool as glass against her skin,the ring was a perfect fit.

Do you like it? the vendor asked.

I do, Daiyu said, holding her hand up to get a better look. Her spread fingers seemed perfectly framed in the elegant chrome curve of the looming Arch. Its beautiful.

Very reasonable, the old woman said. Twenty dollars.

Daiyu had expected to hear that it was a hundred dollars, so that was reasonable indeed. Maybe the ring was glass after all, though the material looked so dense that shed just assumed it was carved out of some semiprecious stone. Im saving all my money for college, Daiyu said, feeling a surprising sense of reluctance as she pulled off the ring, so I really cant.

Fifteen dollars, the old woman said.

Daiyu smiled. I dont even have five on me.

I could wait, the woman offered. Will you come back tomorrow?

Daiyu hesitated. Maybe, she said. But-you shouldnt hold it for me. I dont think I can buy it.

The womans bright eyes looked pleading; her voice took on a tone of urgency. But its black jade, she said. Its meant for you.

Daiyu felt a little chill go down her back, despite the relentless heat. Why do you think its meant for me?

The woman pointed at her. Daiyu. Thats your name, she said. It means black jade.

Daiyu put her finger up to the boatneck collar of her sleeveless shirt, but the gold pendant with the Chinese characters was still tucked safely inside, against her skin. Maybe it had slipped free while she was leaning over the booth. Otherwise, how could the old woman know her name? Its beautiful, she repeated, but I really cant buy it.

Come back tomorrow. Ill be here waiting.

A car sounded an irritable horn as traffic on Memorial Drive snarled up, and Daiyu quickly glanced at her watch. She was officially late. Ive got to go, she said by way of apology and farewell. Taking off at a half run across the fairgrounds, she left behind the Arch standing guard over the Mississippi River and the mayhem of the merchants setting up their booths. She looked back once to find the vendor was watching her. The old womans face was fierce, and even from a distance her eyes seemed to burn. Her fingers were balled into fists. Daiyu couldnt tell from this far away whether the ring was still lying on the rough counter or if the old woman was clutching it in her hand as if protecting it from the sight of any other curious visitors who might wander past.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by. Until this week, Daiyu had been kept pretty busy during her summer internship at the Executive Edge Employment Agency, but there wasnt much to do on this Friday before the Fourth of July holiday.

Are you as bored as I am? Isabel demanded at around four in the afternoon as she came stalking out of her office. Isabel, who owned the agency, was at all, thin, intense woman of uncertain age and immense energy. When Isabel got worked up over some cause or another, Daiyu sometimes thought her soul might vibrate right out of her body. Youre always so calm that its hard to tell.

Daiyu laughed. There isnt much for me to do right now, she admitted.

Then lets just beat the traffic and go on home, Isabel said. Are you coming down for the fair over the weekend?

Probably.

Ill be at the voter-registration booth, if you want to drop by and say hello. Isabel was passionate about politics and always trying to interest Daiyu in attending some rally or debate. Shed already made Daiyu swear that she would register to vote the minute she turned eighteen.

I dont know, Daiyu said vaguely as she gathered up her purse. Maybe.

They rode together down the elevator of the Metropolitan Square Building, into the grand foyer with its huge murals of St. Louis history, then Isabel waved good-bye and headed for the garage. Daiyu made her way back out into the stifling heat to await the Soulard bus. Traffic was already clogging the roads, and horns were sounding up and down Olive Street. Naturally, the bus that arrived ten minutes later was not air-conditioned.

Daiyu sighed and slipped into an empty seat, feeling the vinyl stick to the bare skin on the back of her arms. She pried open a window, hoping for a little fresh air, and watched the crowds filing in for the nights baseball game at Busch Stadium. Everyone was dressed in red in honor of the Cardinals; red birds adorned everything at the stadium from flags to awnings to electronic signs. Fredbird, the Cardinals mascot, capered on the sidewalk and posed for pictures with kids. The bus inched on by.

Traffic cleared once they were in the historic district of Soulard, and Daiyu got off the bus to walk the last few blocks home. This particular street was a little more rundown than the one in Lafayette Square where Daiyu and her parents had lived last year. A few of the old redbrick buildings had been lovingly restored, and some of the tiny front lawns had been carefully reseeded, but more often than not the townhouses looked bedraggled, unkempt, like an old homeless woman with an interesting history but a perilous future.

Daiyu pushed open the door to their new place and instantly inhaled the scents of paint and turpentine. She heard the whine of a saw coming from upstairs and then the thump that meant someone had dropped a tool.

Dad! Im home! she called from the foot of the steps. Do you want me to make dinner?

That would be great! he called back. Make enough for three.

The kitchen was cramped and falling into disrepair, and it was always a challenge trying to maneuver around the piles of lumber and stacks of paint cans that her father seemed to think were best stored right inside the back door. Still, Daiyu was rarely bothered by turmoil or disorder; her father said her ability to function even in the midst of chaos was her single most valuable personal skill. Within forty-five minutes she had cooked the meal, set the table, and stored some of the paint cans in a more convenient spot.