Chapter Four
Shame
I remained in Hong Kong long enough to be swept up by the crazed flavor of its manic pace. The congestion, the lurid colors, the language that I couldn’t understand, the signs I couldn’t read, gave me the feeling of being swallowed whole by a place where I was anonymous and what I’d done was insignificant.
I would leave the hotel every day to walk the streets in a purposeless stupor, feeling reasonably content. Soon George was knocking on my door, apologizing for being there, but telling me that he’d been waiting for me to leave. What were my plans?
I had no plans, I flatly told him. “I may stay here.”
“How would you do that?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. However, until I voiced that idea to George, I hadn’t even considered staying. I was simply unsure when I would be
