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yokay” I gave in with a smile. “I know you're not kidding. I'll try not to drive the
Maserati too much. Or maybe I should go sink the thing in the sea?”
“If possible” said a grave Yuki.
It took Yuki about an hour to recover from this shock to her system. We sat on the
benchand she rested her chin on her hands and kept her eyes shut. People passed through the
grounds. Old folksmothers with childrenforeign tourists with cameras strung around their
necks. Occasionallya salesman-type or salaryman would stop and take a breather on a bench
near us. Dark suitplastic briefcaseglassy stare. Ten minutes laterhe'd be off beating the
pavement again. By most standardsa normal adult should be working at this hourand a
normal kid should be in school.
“What about your mother?” I asked. “Did she come back with you?”
“Mmm.” That was Yuki saying yes. “She's up in Hakone with that one-armed guy. Sorting
out her photos of Kath mandu and Hawaii.”
“And you didn't want to stay in Hakone?”
“I didn't feel like it. There's nothing for me to do there.”
“Just thought I'd ask” I said. “Tell mewhat exactly is there for you to do on your own
in Tokyo?”
One of her patented shrugs. Then“I can hang out with you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]