Chapter 8I was told to shower and put on a sheath, which came to the bottom of my knees, and the pair of yoga pants. They were soft, white cotton, almost like T-shirt material. The neck had two buttons at the throat so there was room for my collar. There was no shirt-collar. The pants tied around my waist. She led me out to the opposite corner of the house. It was the dining room. It was a large room, beautifully decorated in Japanese prints. The table was low to the floor with several thin mats around it. This house was an amazing combination of contemporary American and old-world Japanese.
“Tonight we are having a traditional Japanese meal in honor of your collaring, Michiko,” Yuriko told me. “This is the beginning of your Japanese education. Outside this house, we’ll act like normal Am
