Chapter 49The doorbell jolted Hiroshi from sleep. He pulled himself off the sofa and stumbled to the door. He clutched his ribs, his T-shirt wet from where he fell asleep with an ice pack. He pushed open his door and winced at the light and air pouring in to his apartment. He tried to focus on the two men standing there.
“Yes?” He blinked at their blue uniforms and quizzical expressions.
“ABC movers? To pick up some boxes?” A young guy with spiky hair and a dark tan looked at his clipboard, and then at the apartment number and the name beside the door, and then turned back to Hiroshi.
“Boxes?” Hiroshi scratched his head and touched his ribs again. “Oh, the boxes.” He pushed the door open a little wider, leaning across the genkan in shorts and a T-shirt.
Both of the movers stood there r
