A Loyal Character Dancer

remember the rest of the poem. These few lines alone came to me.”
     
    “I’ll find the poem in a library. Thank you, Chief Inspector Chen.” She stood up, folding the fan.
     
    “Hurry up. Please. It’s time,” Party Secretary Li urged.
     
    The line of passengers started moving through the gate.
     
    “Hurry up.” Qian was now at Li’s side, holding that light green cell phone in his hand.
     
    Wen and Liu stood at the end of the newly formed line, holding each other’s hand.
     
    It would be Chief Inspector Chen’s responsibility to separate the two, and to send Wen through the gate.
     
    And Inspector Rohn, too.
     
    Along with a part of himself, he thought, though he might have lost it long ago, perhaps as early as those mornings on the dew-decked green bench in Bund Park.