have piru fornobaby,ordoyouneedmetoget?”
IttookLilliamomenttorealizeMiyukiwasreferringtobirthcontrol.
“Yes,I’vebeentakinganAmericanbrandsinceIarrived—”Lillistoppedherself.Of course,shecouldn’ttellMiyukiherAmericantravelnursefriendsinJapanhadbeen kindenoughtokeephersuppliedwithhigher-dosagepills.Andnowshehadnoidea howshe’dgetthosesamepillswhileshewastrappedinthiselegantpenthousecagefor thenextseveralmonths.
“Whatisthebrand,please?”Miyukiasked,takingoutherphone.
Lilligaveherthename.“ButI’mnotsureit’savailablehere…”
Miyukijustbowedherhead.“Thatisokay,butcanyoupleasetellmeifyoutake yourpilltodayyet?”sheasked.
Lillinodded.“Itakeoneeverymorningbeforebreakfast.”
“Thisisverygood.ButtomorrowIcancomeandwatchyoutakepill,okay?Mr.
Nakamuralikesforustobesureaboutthis.”
“Okay…”Lilliagreedwithanodbecausewhatelsewasshesupposedtosay?
“Okay!”MiyukigaveherahugeOKsign,circlingherindexfingerandthumbso enthusiastically,you’dthinktheyweretalkingaboutatriptoTokyoDisneylandinstead ofmakingastandingappointmentforMiyukitowatchhertakeacontraceptiveevery morning.
Withallthatseeminglyarranged,Miyukiputherphoneawayandpulledabulky, letter-sizedredenvelopeoutofherpurse,whichsheofferedtoLilliwithbothhands.
“Thisisforyou.ForanyextrathingbeforeOsakaCharmgiveyoufirstpaycheck.
Please,ifyouneedanythingmore,askme,notMr.Nakamura,okay?”
“Okay,”Lilliagreed,receivingtheenvelopewithbothhands.
Rememberingtheculturaltrainingshe’dreceivedbeforestartingattheOsaka School,LilliwaiteduntilMiyukilefttheapartmentbeforeopeningtheenvelopetosee whatwasinside.
Itwasmoney.Astackofcolorful10,000yennoteswitharathersternlookingfellow intraditionalrobesononeside,andabirdthatlookedlikeacrossbetweenachicken andagriffinontheother.Tidingovermoney,apparently,forhertospenduntilOsaka CharmdumpedthefirstpileofmoneyintoAnaGranger’sbankaccount.
Strange,she’dforgottenshewastechnicallygettingpaidtoliveinthisfabulous apartmentandtendtoNorioNakamura’ssexualneedsforthenextsixmonths.
Evenstranger,thiswaswhenagiantwaveofpanicfinallydecidedtohither.
Becausethiswasn’ther.Noneofthiswasher.Theopulentapartment.Thespying.The envelopefullofmoney…
This.So.Wasn’t.Her.
Foramomentthepanicthreatenedtooverwhelmher.Sheclutchedatherchest, scratchingatthelastofhercottonbras—therest,alongwithmostofherclothes,had apparentlynotmadethejumpfromheroldapartmenttothisplace.
Butthenshenoticedit…
ThelargeTVinthefoyer…theexactsameonethathadbeendeliveredtoher apartment.Andthiswas his apartment.Theonehe’dapparentlydesignatedforhis OsakaCharmgirls.
Hewasprobablywatchingher.Rightnow.
“Youcandothis…” shetoldherself,justasshe’ddoneallthoseyearsagowhenher motherkickedheroutofthehouse. Youcandothis.
Justdon’tthinkaboutthemoney.Allthismoneyhe’spayingyou,becausehe doesn’tknowyou’vebeensenttospyonhim.
Okay,okay…beforethepaniccouldtakeholdofheragain,shecarriedtheenvelope intothebedroom,tuckingitawaybeneaththeclothesinthefirstdrawersheopened.
Butevenwiththemoneyoutofsight,therewerestillcameras...
Lilliwentbacktothewell-appointedparlor/livingroom,turnedontheTV,and clickedthroughthevariouschannels…lookingforsomethingtowatchbeforelanding
onaJ-drama.Cute.Poignant.Mostlysexless.Andsheunderstoodabouteveryother word.Itwastheperfectwaytowhileawaythetime.
Asfordinner,justasLilliwasthinkingabouthoppingintheshower,her NTTdotcomophonerang.
“Moshi!Moshi!”shespokeintothephone.
“Hi,thisisMiyuki!IamverysorrybutMr.Nakamuracannownotcomedinner, okay?CanIpleaseorderdinnertoyou?”
“It’snoproblem.I’mlivingrightnexttoashoppingmallnow,youknow,”Lilli answeredwithalaugh.“IthinkIcanfigureoutdinneronmyown.”
OfcourseMiyukicontinuedtoaskheroverandoveragain.NotlettingupuntilLilli said,“Miyuki-san,whilewe’vebeenarguingaboutdinner,I’vebeenwalkingovertothe mall.AndIhavenowarrivedattheplacewhereIplantoeatsoI’mgoingtohavetoget offthephone.”
“Okay,okay!”Miyukiansweredlaughing.“Youareveryfunny,Ana-san.Notlike
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