I only hoped that his honor did not end up costing him his life. But there was little I could do if he was determined to persist in his vain hope of ending corruption. I’d hoped he could be my protector, but ironically, his situation now seemed even more dangerous than mine. A few weeks later, when I called, Emily said her boss would like me to go to an opera with him. This presented a dilemma. If I dressed as a woman, I’d risk being recognized as Camilla the Heavenly Songbird. But with Miller, I certainly could not show up dressed as a man. So I suggested I’d much rather see a movie instead if her boss wouldn’t object. At least I’d be in the dark most of the time and the chance of being recognized would be much less. So the following Monday, Edward picked me up at the street corner close to where I’d said I lived and drove us to the Cathay theater in the intersection between Huaihai Road and Maoming Road, “Sea of Huai and Prosperous Fame.” Edward took one of his hands from the wheel to cover mine.
