Her mother had warned her about the Chinese before she left- an unscrupulous, conniving people who would surely try to take advantage of her innocence and goodwill.Ĭoming over, she had noticed it for days, the increasing wetness in the air, even more than usual. They made the locals’ lives much better but they rarely appreciated it. The English government did so much for the colonies, Claire knew. He was analyzing the topography of the hills so that they could install catchwaters for when the rain came. Claire almost couldn’t imagine such a number, but Martin said it was barely enough for the people of Hong Kong, and he was sure that by the time they were finished, they’d have to build another. It was to hold four and a half billion gallons of water when full.

Martin was an engineer, overseeing the building of the Tai Lam Cheung reservoir, so that there wouldn’t need to be so much rationing when the rains ebbed, as they did every several years. She had never dreamed of leaving England before. Churchill had ended rationing and things were starting to return to normal when they had received news of the posting. She went home and buried the expensive porcelain figurine under her sweaters.Ĭlaire and her husband had moved to Hong Kong nine months ago, transferred by the government, which had posted Martin at the Department of Water Services. It wasn’t until she was downstairs and waiting for the bus that she grasped what she had done. Locket had been staring down at the keyboard and hadn’t noticed. What had happened after that was perplexing, even to her. It fell off the doily (a doily! on the Steinway!) and into her large leather bag. It had been on the piano and she had been gathering up the sheet music at the end of the lesson when she knocked it off. The small Herend rabbit had fallen into Claire’s purse. Reprinted by arrangement with Viking / Penguin, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., from THE PIANO TEACHER Copyright © Janice Y.K.

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