The King of Cherokee Creek
By Marian Allen
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Bud Blossom, Chinese-American owner of floating dockside restaurant The Golden Lotus, is a hard man to work for, a bad man to cross, and a difficult man to befriend. This is a collection of stories--some previously published, some new--about Bud and the people into whose lives he digs his claws. Also includes "The Dragon of North 24th Street", published in Marion Zimmer Bradley's FANTASY Magazine.
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The King of Cherokee Creek
by Marian Allen
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Blossom on the Water
originally appeared in DRAGON: OUR TALES, published in 1997 by the Southern Indiana Writers and was reprinted online in 1999 at Peridot Books, now Allegory.
Spring
originally appeared online at Espresso Mocha in 2006.
The Dragon of North 24th Street
originally appeared in the final (December 2000, Issue 50) Marion Zimmer Bradley's FANTASY Magazine.
BLOSSOM ON THE WATER
I knew Bud from the cradle up. Of course, everybody knew Bud--only Chinese guy in a town the size of Shepherds, Indiana--everybody's bound to know him. Had the best restaurant in town, too, though I guess that's not saying much.
Bud wasn't really Chinese, of course. I mean, he looked Chinese, but he was an American--at least, we all guessed he was: He dressed like an American, and he talked like an American, and you know what they say about ducks. His name was Bud Blossom, and us kids thought that was pretty funny.
He said his real name was Chinese, but it meant something like bud
and blossom
and if you laughed he'd tell you what your name meant. That was okay if it was, like, manly
or even ruler of the home,
but if it was bald
or pea field
--well, we got to where we left him alone about his name.
I asked my Dad once how long Bud had been around, and Dad said, He come down here from New York in 1957. They said he walked into the bank with a wad of cash on him that would choke a mule. Never said where he got it. We always figured he stole it. Thought somebody might come after him for it, but they never did, so we stopped thinking it. He opened that place of his on Cherokee Creek, and he's been here ever since.
Cherokee Creek ran right through town--if you can call 5,000 people a town. The creek
was nearly a river, a tributary of the Ohio; it was too wide to jump and too deep to wade, especially above the reservoir east of town. Bud's restaurant was on a houseboat up at the docks, with some tables inside and some tables outside under a red-and-yellow striped canopy.
It was named The Golden Lotus, but everybody called it Bud's. My Mom and Dad had their first date there. After I was born, they took me with them. It was that kind of a place--a little bit ratty, so it didn't matter if your kids chewed on the booth backs. Sold chop suey, chow mein, fried rice, egg rolls, fried chicken, steak, slaw, fish, baked potatoes, and hamburgers.
Lots of times I would walk up there after school if nobody was going to be home and kill some time with Bud. He'd work me while we talked, but I didn't mind working for Bud. Sometimes we'd fish, dropping lines over the side of the restaurant.
Freshest fish possible,
he would say at least once while we were reeling them in. Caught off the side of the boat they're served in. Can't get fish fresher than that.
That'd be true, if you served 'em now, but we're going to clean 'em and freeze 'em. Might as well have 'em flown in from China or Mexico.
He never would admit to that--always claimed his fish was fresh caught. That was Bud.
* * *
When I hit fourteen, I went to work for him for pay. Bud and Mom and Dad and I filled out a bunch of papers and signed a bunch of stuff; I could only work so many hours and not during school hours or after such-and-such o'clock and all that. I helped clean and cook and fish and carried orders out to the dock...all the stuff that I'd have done for nothing anyway--had been doing for nothing, anyway. Saturdays, I slept over and worked past closing, helping him get set up for the Sunday after-church rush. We didn't report that as time on the job, and he gave me a gift
every week equal to what I'd be making if I'd been working.
That's when I found out Bud drank. I don't know if the grown-ups knew about it or not; nobody ever said anything about it to me, and I never said anything about it to anybody else. Plum wine, is what he drank. He sold it from behind the register, along with little silk dolls with paper parasols, and cellophane-wrapped boxes of Chinese Restaurant Tea,
and colored plastic toothpicks shaped like swords. He'd drive off in his red Mazda and come back with two crates of wine in the trunk and I'd help him in with it. The labels were purple and olive, pictures of plums, with gold Chinese writing on them. Beautiful labels, and the glass of the bottles was transparent green.
So this Saturday night after the first time I helped him unload the wine, he got out five bottles and started through them. I never saw a man drink like that--he drank like he was paying taxes or marching in the mud. Sour look on his face.
Kenny,
he said at last. I hope you never know what it's like to be away from home and no way back.
You and me both,
I said. "I don't even want to go