Chapter 13The second week into September, our year began. We started flying around the country, and even up into Canada. Almost every other week we were somewhere different demonstrating Kinbaku-bi. I was always the model. Joō-sama made each time different but I knew I was doing what she wanted.
The weekdays remained the same, with Sensei Ton in the mornings and my torture at night.
Toward the middle of October, I had to approach Joō-sama. “Joō-sama,” I started, “My mother asked if I was coming home for Thanksgiving.”
“Do you usually go?”
“Not always,” I answered. “Sometimes I do, or I’ll go home for Christmas.”
“Do you want to go home for Thanksgiving?” she asked.
“No, it’s too soon for me to go back there, but I usually send something if I don’t.”
“What do you send?”
“A card and
