Chapter 39When they got off at Shimokitazawa Station, Sukanya took Chiho’s arm. Temporary mats were taped to the floor for the remodeling of the station and tarps clipped to scaffolds formed a tunnel to the exits. Outside, they headed toward Yotaro’s club, flowing along with the tide of club goers, partiers, and shoppers in the cool of the night.
“He has the passport?” Sukanya asked.
“He said he did. But Yotaro is a hard person to read.”
“Maybe he forgive. You don’t cause trouble. Is your boyfriend.”
“When you get it, are you really going to leave?”
“I cause enough problem.”
“You didn’t cause it.” Chiho patted her arm.
Sukanya put her hand on top of Chiho’s and walked slowly, calmed by the small streets. Sukanya wondered how many shoppers there could be in Tokyo. Maybe everyone went
