Michael Malone - Weebly

need was most imperative.
Mrs. Haig strained to translate the message across
their differences. That message seemed to be that the
young woman had no one to turn to. Her husband had
been arrested by the husband of her hostess. The police
chief had even threatened to have Chin Lam deported
as an illegal alien. She didn't know whether she was an
illegal alien or not. Today, after work at the Tea
Shoppe, she had ridden the bus to Argyle City Jail,
where they had let her speak to Maynard behind a
grille. She had found her husband furious that he was
locked in jail, in a cell with an insane person.
Judith imagined (had not Sarah MacDermott said
so?) that Maynard Henry felt that he was being kept in
jail for keeping what was his: his wife. And that Chin
was his, that she had been swept in panic with shouting
people into a Saigon building, swept with yells into a
helicopter, swept into a ship across a sea to a plane, to
a bus, to a row of wood barracks in America; that she
had had to submit to Victor Grabaski and been driven
by him north to Dingley Falls, Connecticut, that her
husband had spoken some words of her language, had