Iâve wanted this.â He glanced at my parents and said, âIâve asked her repeatedly. Sheâs just, um, delayed her decision.â
âPlease excuse me,â Manami blurted. âThen you may have your family moment.â
âManami, I apologize. It was a lovely dinner, Mom. Iâm sorry, but I have to take a break.â I stood up, ignoring the napkin that had fallen from my lap to the floor. I had to leave. I felt utterly humiliated that my father had called Hugh on the carpet about our relationship within an hour of their renewed contact. Now I was beginning to get a sense of why Eric Gan had been so terrified of the man he called the daimyo.
âWhere are you going, honey? Itâs raining!â my mother called as I headed for the front door. Everyone else was frozen at the table.
âAnywhere but here!â
Hugh followed me to the door and caught me by the arm. âIâm not going out, and I wish you wouldnât either.â
âBut what are you going to do alone with them?â I was aghast.
âIâm not aloneâManamiâs here, and Iâll ask her to help me wash up. And then Iâll make tea for everyone. After Iâve got enough caffeine and sugar in me, Iâll try to find something to say to your father that might convince him Iâm not a gold-digging, ambulance-chasing bastard.â
âOh, Hugh. You donât need to try.â Even though we were clearly visible to my parents, sitting thirty feet away in the dining room, I gave him a quick kiss and whispered that Iâd sneak up to his room later to find out how things had gone. Then, loudly, so they could hear, I said, âIâm just going to walk a few blocks to clear my head. Iâll be back in fifteen minutes.â
âIs it safe to walk around here in the dark?â Hugh asked.
âSafe as houses. Thereâs a carolersâ group going around, anywayâIâll trail them.â
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I walked around behind a bunch of people, half dressed in North Face jackets, the others in fur, singing âGood King Wenceslasââit was an upscale caroling group, with an emphasis on English and Latin songs. Despite the mist, I didnât cool off. I knew I was going back to a house where my normally mild-mannered father wasplanning to engage in a long, drawn-out process of tormenting both my lover and me. God rest ye, merry gentlemen, indeed.
When I rapped on the door a half hour later and my mother opened it, everything was still. The dining room had been cleaned up, and I couldnât see my father or Hugh in the front parlor.
âYour fatherâs reading in the library,â my mother said in a low voice. âHugh went to bed. And so did Manami.â
âNot together, I hope.â
âWhat kind of a comment is that?â my mother demanded. âManamiâs a nice girl.â
âSo am I,â I retorted. âWhy didnât you let Hugh stay in my room?â
My mother wrapped an arm around me. âDonât fret. It will just take time. Your fatherâs seen himself as the primary man in your life for almost thirty years. And Hugh has his own issues to work through.â
âSuch as?â Of course, Hugh wasnât perfect, but I was the only one allowed to say that.
âWhen Hugh knew you in Japan, he thought you were a poor girl, didnât he?â
âMom, nobody says âpoorâ anymore, they say âlow income.â And I have no idea what he thoughtââ
âWell, in Tokyo you live rather modestly, but now heâs entered your family home and been hit over the head with the understanding that you grew up with plenty of comforts.â My mother stroked a stray hair away from my forehead. âPut yourself in the poor manâs place. He might feel he needs to prove that heâs got the resources to care for you properly. The last thing heâd want to do is give us the