Chapter 34At Yokosuka Station, Akiko roused herself. With the heater under her seat toasting her bottom and thighs, she had let the train lull her to sleep. Outside the station, refreshed in the winter air, she walked briskly towards the taxi rank.
English signs for American chain stores blanketed the walls of the surrounding buildings. Foreigners from the American navy base—large men with big biceps—walked with their American wives or local girlfriends. The area felt more like Hawaii than Japan. Akiko climbed in a taxi, dropping the computer bag and her purse on the backseat, still drowsy.
Akiko’s taxi let her out in front of the ocean-view home of Eto Sensei. Eto Sensei’s wife had been waiting and opened the door with a smile. “We’ve been expecting you. I’m Yoko. Sensei is very excited
