Chapter 44

“Aunt Lena,” he called as she took his picture overlooking Singapore Harbor, “if you could be anything else, what would you be?”

She thought for a moment. “A butterfly,” she said. “I’d be a butterfly. Remember that. Some day—a long, long time from now—when I’m gone from this earth, I’ll come back to you as a butterfly.”

Perhaps she had a premonition. The last thing he remembered her saying to him on the flight before they went down was “Don’t forget me.” Forget her? Would that he could remember only her and forget everything else.