Chapter 37Sukanya and Chiho got up late. When they woke, they shuffled down the hall for another long, hot bath. They soaped and rinsed under the low showers and got into the tub.
Chiho said, “It’s not too hot for you?”
“Maybe little hot.” Sukanya smiled. “I work bath place before, in Bangkok. Never dry out and smell like soapy perfume always,” Sukanya said. “You grow up house like this?”
Chiho laughed. “Far from it. A small apartment, with two rooms, in the countryside. My father died when I was young. I can’t really remember him. My mother drank and played pachinko. She always lost. So, she had me do films. In bikinis or wet clothes. Playing with a beachball, rolling in the sand, in and out of a swimming pool. I thought it was fun.”
“How old then?”
“Twelve, thirteen. I ran away to T
