The General
By James Beeson
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People seeking to intrude in to his life, jeopardized their own.
James Beeson
Dr. Beeson was born in 1926, the son of an Indiana farmer. He skipped the 12th. grade, was accepted in to the Navy College Training Program, and sent to Notre Dame University. He graduated from Indiana Medical School at 22. He is a board certified anesthesiologist who practiced his profession for 42 years in Jacksonville, FL. He was a caregiver for his beloved wife for six years. He married his late wife's best friend (widow). who was, is and ever will be beloved. He has five children, several stepchildren, grandchildren, step grandchildren, and a growing number of "greats" whom he loves with all his heart. He is chronically happy. How could he be otherwise?
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The General - James Beeson
Copyright © 2020 by James Beeson.
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Rev. date: 11/20/2020
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CONTENTS
Synopsis
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty- Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Four
Chapter Seventy-Five
Chapter Seventy-Six
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Chapter Eighty
Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-Two
Chapter Eighty-Three
Chapter Eighty-Four
Chapter Eighty-Five
Chapter Eighty-Six
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Chapter Ninety
Chapter Ninety-One
Chapter Ninety-Two
Chapter Ninety-Three
Chapter Ninety-Four
Chapter Ninety-Five
Chapter Ninety-Six
Chapter Ninety-Seven
Chapter Ninety-Eight
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Chapter One Hundred
Chapter One Hundred One
Chapter One Hundred Two
Chapter One Hundred Three
Chapter One Hundred Four
Chapter One Hundred Five
Chapter One Hundred Six
Chapter One Hundred Seven
Chapter One Hundred Eight
Chapter One Hundred Nine
Chapter One Hundred Ten
Chapter One Hundred Eleven
Chapter One Hundred Twelve
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
Chapter One Hundred Sixteen
Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
Chapter One Hundred Nineteen
Chapter One Hundred Twenty
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four
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To Becky, for all the love and encouragement she has given me.
I owe my life to her.
SYNOPSIS
Chang had worked at the bottom of the laborers’ lot in Wusan, China, for fifteen years. Then good fortune came his way, and he embraced it.
People seeking to intrude into his life jeopardized their own.
CHAPTER ONE
Wusan. A huge Chinese metropolis more populous than New York City. It has a large array of skyscrapers and downtown attractions. In the widening concentric circles of its social stratification, there are relatively huge pockets of abject poverty. The factories there contribute by the way of the large labor pool to the vast number of items exported worldwide, at prices undercutting any competitors. For this, the workers receive salaries that allow for small antiquated apartments and enough food to prevent starvation. Chang En Lai was one such entity.
He was the foreman of a small company that made whatever the owners ordered. Currently, it was face masks. The Coronavirus-19 infestation was raging worldwide, and Wusan was the epicenter. The government curtailed plane flights to other major Chinese cities but continued to allow flights to foreign destinations. The announced mortality rates were very high in Wusan, but as many as three times that number actually perished. Chang was nearing his fortieth birthday and had been told that only the old people died with the virus, so he would be exempt. Not one of his twenty workers had come down with the virus. He would not have given the problem a second thought were it not for the dumpster filled with dead bodies that he had to pass daily on his way to and from work. The putrescent smell emanating from the container permeated the air for blocks around.
The dumpsters had come into use because the number of fatalities had far exceeded the capacity of the crematoriums, and burial devices were overwhelmed. Every few days, a truck would show up with an empty dumpster, which they would deposit as they hauled away the one filled with the naked corpses. Everyone knew that the victims would be taken to some remote area where an awaiting earthmoving machine would be busy digging large holes to accommodate the loads.
Chang was strong, which was surprising, considering his almost exclusive diet of rice. He was also taller than nearly all his counterparts. His workers would often chide him about his ruggedly handsome face,
which caused all the girls to chase him. It was all in good fun. He actually had lost his wife two years before in childbirth, along with the child. That put his ordinarily stoic countenance to a severe test.
In his two-room apartment, he had a stove that worked, which was more than most everything else around him. He shared a bathroom with the occupants of three contiguous apartments. What can’t be cured must be endured. Hot water? He’d almost forgotten what it felt like. There was a very old window air-conditioning unit in his apartment, which hadn’t worked in years. The apartment manager had told him that if he got a replacement, his rent would increase. That ended the conversation.
Chang’s salary as the foreman was twice that of his workers. Since he was a hand-to-mouth citizen, he marveled at their survival.
He dreaded the biannual visits of a governmental inspector. One was due in the following week. They always found fault and threatened to demote him. He had never killed a man, but he thought, if he chose to do so, he’d start with the inspector.
Their work time was six days a week and ten hours a day. Sundays were precious! It wasn’t what he did then. It was what he didn’t have to do.
Walking back to his apartment one Saturday, he saw a chicken on the uneven sidewalk. It wasn’t full-grown, and if a chicken could look bewildered, this one did. Chang rushed to her and picked her up before adjacent people could invite her to dinner. She rested comfortably in his arms and gave a few happy clucks to thank him.
He took her to his second-floor apartment and set her down on the floor. She immediately began going around the room as if she were inspecting what would become her new home.
Chang heated rice and gave her some as he ate his own. She didn’t hesitate. She pounced on the rice and devoured it. He put down a little more with the same results.
Where to put her at night? He thought he’d wait and see what she did. He went to the community bathroom, which was unoccupied, and had a brief cold-water shower. She was just inside the door when he returned.
He put on his antiquated pajamas and turned out the light in the other room. The chicken roamed around for a bit, then ensconced herself on the floor right by the head of his bed.
What to name her? How about Ching?
Ching and Chang. Had a nice sound to it. They both slept well that night. Fatigue prompted him, and the avoidance of a cooking pot quieted her.
Morning. Where would she go to the bathroom? With a cloaca rather than a bladder, her stool would be mostly solid. He didn’t see any excrement anywhere. He put some old newspapers on the floor in the corner of the front room, picked her up, and placed her on them. She relieved herself promptly there. She would replicate this from then on.
He carried her with him when he went for a walk that afternoon. Her clucks suggested that she approved. When he settled down for a nap later on, she went to the exact location she had the night before and went to sleep.
What should we have for dinner tonight, Ching?
She clucked an ambiguous response.
How about some rice?
More clucks.
Rice it is!
The next morning, after another cold shower, he returned to find she had used her papers in the approved manner.
Would you like to see where I work?
She clucked as if in answer.
"I take that as a yes.
* * *
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention. I want you to meet my new assistant, Ms. Ching.
CHAPTER TWO
Four o’clock, Saturday. The inspector should have already been there. Four ten. He was.
He was short and thin. His little round face included lips that were too prominent, which accentuated his persistent scowl. Thick glasses. Pockmarks on his cheeks. Slicked-down hair.
You are Mr. Chang?
It almost sounded like an accusation. I am Inspector Lin Wu. I’ll get right to the point. You have not met your mask quota for the last six months. What do you say to that?
I thought we had.
Well, you thought wrong. Masks are easy to make. Your sister shop up the street made their quota.
They do have new machines, and ours are very old.
Are you acquainted with the saying, ‘A poor workman blames his own tools’?
Yes.
Well then, we will give you this stern warning. If you can’t make your quota by the next inspection, we’ll just have to find someone who can. Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
And get that chicken out of here! They belong in pots, not workplaces.
Chang thought that might have been the last straw that caused his response to crystalize.
Mr. Wu, thank you for your supervision. I have a favor to ask of you.
Irritated, Mr. Wu asked, What?
I have this silver ceremonial knife, which my grandfather gave me long ago.
So?
I want to sell it, but I don’t know how to do such things.
Any student of facial responses could have easily seen Mr. Wu’s thoughts. Chang did.
I can take the knife, sell it, and keep the money, or I might just keep it, he thought.
All smiles. I could help you. Where is this knife?
At my apartment, which is only three blocks away.
Very well. I will look at it.
On their way, they had to go by the dumpster, which was polluting the air as usual.
What a horrible stench!
It’s those dead bodies over there.
Chang enjoyed it as Mr. Wu retched and almost vomited.
Just up one level.
As they entered the room, Chang let Ching down. She promptly went to her bathroom site and did her duty.
Mr. Wu gagged again.
Where is the knife?
I’ll get it right away.
Mr. Wu could see right away that the knife was silver-plated, not pure silver, but he didn’t have time to give his derisive response.
Ching suddenly leaped into the air and flapped her wings. That distracted him so that Chang had no trouble getting to his back and placing the razor-sharp knife against his neck.
CHAPTER THREE
The silver (plated) knife was indeed razor-sharp. With only moderate pressure, it transected Mr. Wu’s carotid arteries and his trachea.
Chang held him tightly from the back and marveled at the twin spouts of blood that came pulsating and pouring out on to the floor. With a transected trachea, screams were not possible.
The flailing of the arms and legs only lasted about two minutes. The body was then limp, with only a trickle of blood coming out of the neck.
As he eased the body to the floor, Ching began investigating the edibility of all that red stuff on the floor. With protein and fluid together, it was worthy, and she pecked away at the clotting mounds of blood.
Chang hadn’t considered the impact of five pints of blood on a rug. He’d tend to that later. Right now, he had to wait patiently for darkness. Placing the body in the dumpster would need to wait for the infrequent pedestrians to disappear.
He would need to take the man’s clothes off so that he would match the other occupants of the dumpster. He would put the clothes in ahead of the body. If he had a wallet, he didn’t need it anymore, so he fumbled with the bulging back pocket where it was located. He was stunned when he saw why it was bulging. It was completely full of large-denomination currency. As he was extracting the money, he figured there was more money there than he could earn in a lifetime. He was stunned again when he began to empty the other pant pockets. They were stuffed full of more money! He had several bags, the largest of which could hold the stash.
In the two hours remaining before dark, he could hardly think of anything but his newly acquired horde. After placing a few bills on his own wallet, he remanded the rest to his bedroom, beneath his pillow, for lack of better place. He fashioned a pitiful disguise for the trip and departed.
He was strong enough to carry the body, which by then was showing signs of rigor mortis. As he descended the steps, he encountered no one. Slowly opening the outside door, he peeked out and saw not a soul. He had two blocks to negotiate to