The keys turned softly, and the door opened. Lynn walked in, visibly confused. Amy’s father, Benny, looked up, smiled warmly at Lynn, and continued making his tea. While Lynn looked at Benny, then Amy, and then the house she knew to be home. Upon which, Amy ran up from the orange sofa and hugged Lynn.
“Mama! You are home. Where did you go this time? Tell me, please!”
Lynn thought for a moment, yet nothing came to her mind.
Benny chided her, “Didn’t you go to Okinawa again?”
Lynn nodded her head slowly and said, “Yes…”
“Where did you go in Okinawa this time? Tell me!”
Lynn got excited. The smell of Kinjo-san’s antiques permeated the room. She replied, “Oh, you want to know? I went to visit Kinjo-san, of course! She’s really old now and can barely leave the house. But she is in good spirits.”
“What did you do in Kinjo-san’s house!”
“Oh, as usual! We talked and talked. Ate and Ate.”
“What stories did she tell you this time!”
A large wooden box appeared by the orange sofa. Before Amy could react, Lynn looked at the box and frowned. Was that Kinjo-san’s box she just saw? Yet, the wooden box was no longer there in a blink of an eye. Benny placed a hot cup of tea in front of her and sat next to her.
“Mama, what stories did Kinjo-san tell you this time?”
Lynn sipped her green tea slowly. This was unexpected. Amy was never interested in Kinjo-san’s stories. Especially since they were always the same to her.