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Tua and the Elephant

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For Mishy—R. P. H.

Contents

Dedication

Prologue

CHAPTER ONE In the Night Market

CHAPTER TWO The Other Side of the Wall

CHAPTER THREE Tua Encounters an Elephant

CHAPTER FOUR The Elephant Beckons

CHAPTER FIVE Sizing Up the Elephant

CHAPTER SIX Meeting Auntie Orchid

CHAPTER SEVEN An Elephant by Any Other Name

CHAPTER EIGHT A Hungry Elephant

CHAPTER NINE A Little Help from the Neighbors

CHAPTER TEN Beside the River Ping

CHAPTER ELEVEN Breakfast with Pohn-Pohn

CHAPTER TWELVE A Narrow Escape

CHAPTER THIRTEEN On the Run

CHAPTER FOURTEEN The Diversion

CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Concrete Island

CHAPTER SIXTEEN In Pursuit

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Crossing the River

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Paying the Ransom

CHAPTER NINETEEN The Other Ransom

CHAPTER TWENTY The Wat

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Outside the Walls

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Leaving the Wat

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Journey to the Mountain

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Into the Forest

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE A Raft on the River

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Mae Noi

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The Confrontation

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Night at the Sanctuary

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE A New Beginning

AUTHOR’S NOTE

About the Author

Copyright

Prologue

When Tua was born, a nurse in the delivery room exclaimed, “Look at the little peanut!” Tua, in Thai, means peanut. And Tua, having arrived prematurely, was quite small. At that exact moment, she let out such a scream for attention that all of the doctors and nurses in the delivery room exhaled sighs of relief. It was clear that this baby, small though she was, was a survivor. She had just ordered them to get on with the job of making her comfortable, and that is exactly what they did. Soon everyone in the maternity ward was calling the little baby in the incubator Tua.

And that is how she got her name.

CHAPTER ONE
In the Night Market

Tua and her mother lived in Chiang Mai, Thailand, on a quiet lane near one of the city’s most popular night markets.

“Tua, darling, where are you? I need your help. My shoes have run off, and I’m late for work.”

Tua leapt up from her desk and ran to fetch her mother’s shoes from outside the front door.

“Wherever did you find them? I looked everywhere.”

“They were on the porch,” Tua said.

“Were they running away or sneaking back home?”

“They were where you left them when you came home from work,” she reminded her mother. “Like you always do.”

Suay Nam hugged and kissed her daughter, then slipped on her shoes. “What
would
I do without you? Oh, I’m late! What time is it? I gotta go. I love you the most!”

“I love you the most,” Tua called down the stairs.

“If you need anything, go to Auntie Orchid’s. And don’t stay out too late at the night market. Have you got the number of the restaurant?”

“I’ve got it,” Tua said.

As soon as her mother was out of sight, Tua put away her homework and dashed into the street as if late for an appointment of her own.


Sawatdee kha,
Uncle,” Tua said to Somchai, the roti pancake vendor.

“Who speaks?” Somchai called over his cart.

“It’s me, Tua,” Tua said, stretching to the tips of her toes and waving her hand in the air.

“Of course it is, who else could it be?” Somchai replied, handing Tua a banana roti with chocolate sauce and condensed milk.


Khawp khun kha.
” Tua politely thanked him.

“How’s your mother?”

“She’s working at the restaurant tonight,” Tua said, and took a greedy bite of the banana roti.

“Always working. Every day and every night.” Somchai stretched his neck like a tortoise and sighed. “Some of us were only born to work.”

“I’m going to the night market,” Tua said.

“Don’t let me keep you from your appointed rounds, then. Better play while you may.”


Kha.
” Tua waved good-bye and zigzagged through the clogged traffic to the other side of the street.

“Hey, Tua, what’s your big hurry?” Uncle Khun the
tuk-tuk
driver called out as she skipped onto
the curb. He was collapsed in the back of his three-wheeled taxi, with one bare leg dangling over the side like a python.

“I’m going to the night market,” Tua pouted. But recalling her mother’s warning, “Girls who pout bite their cheeks,” she immediately unpuckered her face.

“Get in,” Khun winked. “I’ll give you a good price.”

“No thank you,” she said. “I’m almost there.”

Khun threw back his head to laugh, thought better of it, pulled a newspaper over his face, and fell asleep to a lullaby of honking horns, screeching tires, and the occasional collision.

The alley Tua ducked down, soi 5, led her to the middle of the night market. She stopped at the end with hands on hips, surveying her domain as if waiting for a cue to enter the stage.

Strings of bare lightbulbs crisscrossed overhead, igniting the street in a blaze. Vendors’ carts crowded both sides of the street, hawking their wares to the people strolling down the middle.
Curries with rice and curries with noodles;
pad Thai
and
pad Thai
omelets; rotis with chocolate sauce and condensed milk; sticky rice and mango; green papaya salad with shredded carrots, tomatoes, green onions, and peanuts. Taro, tamarind, durian, and coconut ice cream, and crispy banana fritters. Sliced watermelon, pineapple, papaya, and mango nestled on beds of crushed ice. Coconut oil sizzled in woks, grills smoked, and blenders whirred.

A traditional band made up of a coconut-shell fiddle, bamboo flute, skin drum, chimes, gongs, and a wooden xylophone competed with a boy dancing to pop music on a screeching boom box. A girl in a school uniform scratched out a tune on a battered violin.


Sawatdee khrap,
Tua,” said a bare-chested boy as he hung a string of jasmine flowers around her neck. White jasmine necklaces climbed up the length of his arm.


Khawp khun kha,
Ananda,” she thanked him, lifting the string of flowers to her nose and inhaling the sugary-sweet scent.

Lam, Ananda’s sister, tugged at Tua’s elbow. Tua lifted the girl in her arms and rubbed noses with her.

Tua nodded at the dozens of jasmine necklaces around her neck. “You smell good enough to eat. Are you going to sell all of those tonight?”

Lam shook her head no, then nodded yes.

“Come, Lam,” Ananda said. He reached for his sister, sat her down, and took her by the hand. “See you later, Tua!”


Kha.
” Tua waved good-bye and stepped into the strolling current.

Halfway through the market, Tua stopped to watch a man carve a bar of soap into the shape of an elephant when she heard a voice call out behind her.

“Does the little peanut want a foot massage?”

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