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Was it the voice she remembered? It was the tired voice of an old man. After a minute, he seemed to feel her eyes and returned her gaze. They stared at each other for a few uncomfortable moments. She gripped the handle of the knife in her bag. Then the man looked away and hobbled to the next stall. She would not approach him now, not today. She nodded to several people she knew and bowed to a procession of monks in saffron robes, stumbling over the deep ruts of the ox carts. Although Rina had lived in this village for nearly thirty years, only in the last few had she felt that she might begin to belong.

Her birth village was in Pursat. She had not returned there since that frightening morning a lifetime ago when the young soldiers appeared and dragged everyone off to the camps. Only two years after the Khmer Rouge regime ended, when Rina was fourteen, her mother had died from gangrene, then later her sister. Without any parents, her marriage to Pich was arranged by an uncle. At first, she had vague thoughts about going to school, but Pich put her to work on the family farm, and then the children began. After the birth of Thida, when Rina had been ill with pneumonia, Pich sat by her side day and night putting wet rags on her cheeks and massaging her back.

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When Rina confronted Pich about the affair, he said only: Since then, three years ago, Pich had been spending one night a week with Lakhena. Rina would always throw the gifts into the river. Pich called Lakhena his bropun jong, his second wife, but Rina and her friends called her a srey somphen, a slut. That night Rina could hardly close her eyes. It was hot, without any breezes, and she was thinking about Touch Pheng. She saw him covered with blood, swaggering about their village. Then she was back in the camp, digging the canals in the mud with her fingers, hungry, always hungry, trying to catch sight of her father and little brother and sister.

The following morning, the whitened old man with the crooked mouth was not at the market. Nor the morning after that. A week later, Rina spotted him again, standing in front of some children playing in the mud near several crates of oranges. This time, she walked straight up to him. He seemed to lean more heavily on his stick. He shook his head no. He smelled of tobacco. The man said nothing, but she could see something cross his face for a moment. Slowly, he turned around on his cane, putting his stooped back toward her. I saw him here, in the village. Over the years, she had lost a couple of teeth, and gained weight, but she still had her broad and welcoming smile.

What are you going to do? You owe it to your father. He knows about these things. Can you show him to me? She needed time to think. They would stare at each other from a distance, then go about their business. She noticed that the old man was always alone. And, as he limped from one stall to the next on his stick, he seemed to hold himself above the people around him. The new rice shoots were coming up now, several centimeters tall, close packed and velvety and intensely yellow-green in color. Every afternoon, Rina spent hours on the farm picking out the invading snails, one by one, and dropping them in a bucket.

Soon, it would be time for transplanting. Pich went out to drink several nights a week, sneaking riel notes from the envelope under their sleeping mat.

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When they first married, Rina told Pich all the horrors she had witnessed in her camp — seeing an old man hung upside down from his ankles because he had complained about his thin soup, her little brother dying of starvation, his belly so swollen that he looked pregnant, her pretty sixteen-year-old sister Lina snatched up by one of the Khmer Rouge officers and used every night in his hut, the pile of fresh bodies with slit throats that she stumbled upon in the bushes one day. And the murder of her father. When she got older, he read her stories from other parts of the world. She remembered that when he would come home after being gone weeks with some Chinese businessmen, he would bring a maroon woven bag, out of which he would happily pull beautiful carved hair brushes and strange tasting spices and fabrics.

He once gave her a turquoise silk scarf decorated with apsara dancers, and she now remembered the precise moment, his hands touching her shoulders, the view of pink bougainvillea outside the half-open window. She remembered that he would give her a foot massage before bed. Rina thought of these things as she and her daughter Sreypov worked their trowels into the mud and scooped up the young rice plants, to be replanted in the adjacent fields. Each fist-sized chunk of mud and rice shoots, a miniature island of dense yellow-green trees, they painstakingly carried to the new field and buried in the mud under the water. She remembered his laugh. She remembered that she was his favorite child.

She remembered that he called her his svay pa-em, his sweet mango. In the evenings, as they unrolled the mosquito nets, she told her daughters these fragments of memories. I hope he is not sad in his new life. Put your hand on my shoulder, Mae.

Sayon was a tall man, whose hands were always clean despite his work in the fields, and he had a perennial womzn on his face. We get him at night, on the road. We beat him with a bat until all of his bones are broken. And you owe it to the memory of your father. Can you tell me his name? Can you show me where he is? Pursah felt nauseous again, like the first morning she had seen Touch Pheng. He patted her shoulder and drove away. That afternoon, Rina prepared dinner for her family earlier than usual. Makara had given her a chicken. It fluttered and squawked First date then in galle Rina held her knife against its neck.

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