Chapter 31He heard the key in the lock, tired feet stepping from scuffed shoes, his daughter’s voice from the hallway, and he lowered his cigarette from his lips, turning towards the door as it slid open and Genjo gazed upon the distraught figure not of his younger daughter, but of his older daughter, Meiko, still wearing her heavy duffel coat, one hand upon her swollen stomach, tears in her eyes.
Across the table, Marie looked up, startled by the sight of her as Meiko’s eyes seemed to take in the scene yet glossed over the presence of the strange, unfamiliar child seated at the table with them.
“Meiko,” she murmured, pushing back her chair, hastening across the room to where her eldest daughter stood, putting a hand around her shoulder and guiding her forward to the table.
“David hasn’
