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THE AMERASIAN

Yes. The paperwork is being
processed. I will be leaving next
month.

Both remain silent for a moment. He hears his voice reverberate and
spread out like the deep and sad sound of a bell over the cemetery now
bathed in the yellowish twilight. He suddenly takes the girl's hand and
asks, as if in a daze:

THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)
Will you be sad if I leave? Will
you miss me?

The girl doesn't reply, but she doesn't pull her hand back either. She
feels the young man's strong, warm hand squeezing hers. He caresses
her hand then bends down to whisper.

THE AMERASIAN (CONT'D)
I will go away for a few years, and
then I will come back to marry you.
Do you understand what I just said?
By then you will be an adult. Here,
the only person close to me is my
mother.

He speaks forcefully, decisively -- as if he has long prepared to say
these things. The girl still says nothing and keeps her head down.

He starts to caress and then kiss her cheek and neck. The girl resists
weakly and as her skin crawls and her mind is filled with pleasure and
shame.

His caresses cause him to lose control. He pushes her down and

kisses her lips while his hands hurriedly grope her budding breasts as
she lies under his muscular body.