women stared at her.
“Your niece has quite the imagination,” her mother responded, “like someone I know.”
Eiko lowered Hiro to the dining room carpet, and Michiko sat down beside him. Eiko entered the kitchen and returned with a small tray. She set it on top of the white embroidered tablecloth. On it were two black lacquered bowls filled with miso soup. There were small bowls of crisp yellow radish, small green puckered pickles and rice. Michiko had eaten her lunch in the kitchen with Hiro while her mother had made manju. It was the special treat she always made for Michiko’s birthday. Her mother formed soft white balls around a spoonful of sweet red bean paste then dusted them with powdered sugar.
Michiko watched the two women slide into their chairs. They had similar oval faces, blue-black shiny hair and soft almond eyes. She knew, even though they looked alike, that they were very different.
Her mother wore her dark hair in a perfectly pinned bun, never a hair out of place. Her aunt’s hair, cut in bangs, was level with her ears. Her hair always swung and flew about her face when she talked. And Sadie talked a lot. She flounced into a room, she laughed loudly and always said what she was thinking.
Michiko’s mother said very little. She entered a room quietly and spoke softly. She never argued or offered an opinion. She usually made herself invisible.
Eiko lifted the small iron teapot from its stand. She poured pale green tea into two small blue bowls and handed one to her sister.
“When do you expect Sam back?” Sadie asked.
“He will be home soon enough,” Eiko replied confidently.
Michiko jumped up. “He has to be home tonight,” she insisted. “Tomorrow is my birthday.”
“That’s right,” Sadie said with a smile, “nine years old tomorrow.” She glanced at the small stack of gifts on top of the piano. “I hope we don’t have to wait until your father gets home before we open your presents.”
“He’s just a little late,” Michiko’s mother announced. “It’s so rainy. The roads can be bad.”
“That’s not all that’s bad out there,” Sadie declared. She put her teacup down and leaned across the table. “Did you know . . .?”
Eiko flashed her a warning look. “Not now, Sadie,” she said. She nodded in the direction of the children. Then she smiled at Michiko. “He will be here in time.”
Michiko entertained Hiro with the toy monkey her father had brought her from his last trip. After she wound the key in its metal back, the monkey hopped about on his front feet and curly tail. He banged his two cymbals together. Each time they clashed, the small bell on his tiny red hat shook and tinkled. Hiro’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands.
Sadie flipped through a magazine as the clock on the wall ticked. No one spoke until the shrill ring of the phone broke the silence.
Michiko watched as her mother held the receiver to her ear. She spoke only once. Her face paled as she listened. Then she lowered the receiver, almost missing the two large claws that held it in place. Michiko watched her sink onto the chesterfield beside her sister.
Something was wrong. Instinctively, Michiko pulled Hiro onto her lap.
Sadie looked up from her magazine. “What’s going on?” Seeing her sister’s face, she threw the magazine on the floor.
Eiko’s eyes brimmed with tears. She wrapped her arms around her waist and rocked back and forth.
“What’s happened?” Sadie asked as she put her arms around her sister. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes pleaded for an answer.
Finally Eiko mumbled a few words. Sadie had to lean in close to hear.
“What?” Sadie exclaimed shrilly and sat bolt upright. “Sam is in jail?”
Two
Blackout
Sadie cancelled Michiko’s birthday party. Strangers filled their home instead of her school friends, and all they talked about was the arrest. Eiko served everyone tea, and they ate all the manju that was supposed to be for the party. Michiko watched and listened. Her Japanese wasn’t good enough to understand everything that was said. Every now and then, her mother put down the teapot and stared off into space.
At the end of the day, the small stack of presents on top of the piano remained unopened.
That night, Eiko sat on Michiko’s bed studying her fingers. Michiko pushed her storybook across the bedspread and nudged her mother with it. Eiko picked up the book and put it on her lap. The pages fell open.
“Don’t read that one,” Michiko whispered. “I’m saving that one for Father.” She flipped the pages forward. “Read this one instead.”
Her mother stood up, paying no attention. The book fell from her lap to the floor. Instead of picking it up, she went to the window and adjusted the drapes.
“It’s too late for me to leave,” Sadie announced, strolling into the bedroom. She plunked herself on the end of the bed.
“I think,” Eiko told her sister, “you should stay here from now on.”
Michiko was glad her mother had asked Sadie to stay. With her father away, their house seemed big and empty.
Sadie looked at her sister. “It would be better than bunking down with the livestock at Hastings Park.”
Michiko giggled. Why would her aunt think about sleeping at the Exhibition? It didn’t even open until the summer. She could almost feel the hot July sun and remembered wading into the noise and smells of the Exhibition. She couldn’t wait to hear the mechanical music of the rollercoaster and smell the bright pink cotton candy.
Last summer, they’d taken Hiro to the fairgrounds. He’d loved the sheep, even though the sawdust had made him sneeze. He brought home a yellow balloon. At the fishpond, Michiko won a red celluloid bird on a stick that flapped its wings in the breeze. She thought about how much fun it would be to live at the fairgrounds.
Michiko clapped her hands. “I’d sleep in one of the Giant Dipper’s carts.” She turned to her mother and smiled at their joke. “The roller coaster seats are padded.”
Aunt Sadie nodded. “Good idea, but the midway section is locked.” Then she added, in a quiet voice, “In case someone gets the same idea.”
“Do you have any food to bring?” Eiko asked.
“No,” Sadie responded.
Eiko shook her head and said, “With shops closing down, it’s getting harder to find the things we like.”
“I’ve got lots of cash. I sold everything.”
“Everything?” Eiko asked.
“Everything,” Sadie said. “Even my red feathered hat. In fact, I sold that for exactly what I paid.” She patted her hair, as if the hat were still on her head. “Just think, I wore it all that time for free!”
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