Chapter 75

“Kyoko-san…What if…”

She moved back to him and put a finger to his lips. “You must be quiet. You must not waken him. You should not be here right now, in the main house. These are Nobuo’s wishes. This house belongs to him.”

“But…”

“I am sorry. I have my opinions. I have my history. I assert my American boldness at times. But things are slow to change in this country. Things are slower to change in this home. Good night, Tom Alan.”

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With a sigh, Tom Alan climbed the outside steps up to his apartment. He took out his phone and thumbed a message on the light-up screen’s keypad.

Tom Alan: Everything’s a mess.

Milo: A mess that can be fixed?

Tom Alan: Maybe not. Not sure.

Milo: I gotta get in bed. We skate tomorrow.

Tom Alan: Yeah. Sorry to drag you into all my stuff.

Milo: S’ok. Good luck.

Tom Alan: U 2. In the free dance.

Nothing came back.

Tom Alan: G’night, Milo.