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understand."

    Raleigh puts down his pipe, scowling. "You told me he talked about farang generippers."

    "No." She shakes her head. "He said nothing about foreigners. I am sorry."

    The scarred gaijin makes a face of irritation. "Let me know when you've got something worth my time, Raleigh." He reaches for his hat, makes to stand.

    Raleigh glares at her. "You said there was a farang generipper!"

    "No. . ." Emiko shakes her head. "Wait!" She puts out a hand to the gaijin . "Wait. Khun , please wait. I know what Raleigh-san is talking about." Her fingers brush his arm. The gaijin jerks away from her touch. He steps out of reach with a look of disgust.

    "Please," she begs. "I did not understand. The boy said nothing about farang . But he used a name. . . . it could have been farang, " She looks to Raleigh for confirmation. "Is this what you mean? The strange name? It could have been foreign, yes? Not Thai. Not Chinese or Hokkien. . ."

    Raleigh interrupts, "Tell him what you told me, Emiko. That's all I want. Tell him everything. Every single detail. Just like you're talking to me after a date."

    And so she does. As the gaijin sits again, listening suspiciously, she tells everything. About the boy's nervousness, how he couldn't look at her, and then how he couldn't look away. How he talked because his erection would not come. How he watched her undress. How he talked about his aunt. Trying to make himself seem important to a whore and a New People whore at that, and how strange and silly that had seemed to her, and how she hid her thoughts of him. And then finally the part that makes Raleigh smile in satisfaction and the pale scarred man's eyes widen.

    "The boy said the man Gi Bu Sen gives them blueprints, but he betrays them more often than not. But his aunt discovered a trickery. And then they made the successful rip of the ngaw . Gi Bu Sen did hardly anything for them with the ngaw . It was all his aunt's work, in the end." She nods. "That is what he said. This Gi Bu Sentricks them. But his aunt is too brilliant to be tricked."

    The scarred man studies her closely. Cold blue eyes. Pale skin like a corpse. "Gi Bu Sen," the man murmurs. "You're sure that was the name?"

    "Gi Bu Sen. I am sure."

    The man nods, thoughtful. The lamp that Raleigh uses for his opium crackles in the silence. Far below on the street, a late-night water seller calls out, his voice floating up through the open shutters and mosquito screens. The noise seems to break the gaijin from his reverie. His pale eyes focus on her again. "I would be very interested to know if your friend returned for another visit."

    "He was ashamed, afterward." Emiko touches her cheek, where she hides a fading bruise with makeup. "I think he will not—"

    Raleigh interrupts. "Sometimes they come back. Even if they feel guilty." He shoots her a dark look. She makes herself nod in confirmation. The boy will not be coming back, but it will make the gaijin happy to think so. And it will make Raleigh happy. Raleigh is her patron. She should agree. Should agree with conviction.

    "Sometimes." It's all she can manage. "Sometimes they come back, even if they are ashamed."

    The gaijin eyes them both. "Why don't you go get her some ice, Raleigh?"

    "It's not time for her next round. And she's got a show coming up."

    "I'll cover the loss."

    Raleigh clearly wants to stay, but he's smart enough not to protest. He forces a smile. "Of course. Why don't you two talk?" He looks at her significantly as he leaves. Emiko knows Raleigh wants her to seduce this gaijin . To entice him with herky-jerky sex and the promise of transgression. And then to listen to him and report, as all the girls are asked to.

    She leans closer, letting the gaijin see her exposed skin. His eyes trace across her flesh, following the line of her thigh where it slips beneath her pha sin , the way her hip presses against fabric. He looks away. Emiko hides her irritation. Is he attracted? Nervous? Disgusted?