“Thanks. But don’t say anything. It is impolite for me to tell you. She will
when, and if, she thinks it’s your business.”

“Fine with me.”

We’ve talked and talked for hours and hours as Randy has made pots:there
are a lot more pots now than there were when we arrived. It’s almost as if they
made themselves. The morning has past, lunch has been eaten, the afternoon is
gone.

“Shall we see what Yoshimi has ready for supper?”

“Sounds good to me, Randy-san. Let’s go.”

“Ikimasho ka?” (Shall we go?)

“Hai!” (Yes!)

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Japanby Morley Evans

November 21, 2000