Chapter 33Hiroshi wanted to believe Emi but wondered if she was being too confessional to trust? And why was she talking so much now, after talking so little before?
Takamatsu was quiet, thinking it through.
The ballerina-like girl in turquoise zentai tights brought over another round of drinks. Emi asked her, “Do you know where C3PO is?” She shook her head. “Tell Dana to call him again. That group of drunk salarymen is starting to take things off the wall.”
The ballerina flittered off but before she got to the bar a rack of paddles crashed down from the wall. The salarymen let out a hurrah and collapsed into laughs and apologies. The younger ones tried to put them back, but each time they picked one up, they laughed at the reversed cut-out text in the leather—XOXO, b***h, PIG—that woul
