Tuesday morning was cool and clear, with just a hint of the warm sunshine rain that had passed through overnight.
"Don't forget the tea shop," Linda called from the kitchen as Lyn tied her shoes by the door.
"I won't," Lyn said, grabbing her bag. "It's right on my way back from the hotel."
Star trotted after her to the gate, tail wagging, as if she wanted to come along and help with the errand too.
"Not today, Star," Lyn laughed, scratching behind her ears. "Guard the house instead."
The hotel was busy with a tour group checking in, and the morning passed in a blur of suitcases and city maps. By the time Lyn's shift ended, the sky had cleared completely, and the streets smelled fresh from the earlier rain.
The little tea shop near the hotel had a bell over the door that rang softly as Lyn stepped inside. The owner, an older woman with silver hair, looked up and smiled.
"Back again so soon?" she asked. "What can I get you today?"
"Hojicha, please," Lyn said. "The roasted one. We're almost out, and we have a guest coming in November who really likes it."
The owner reached for a tin on the high shelf and shook it gently. "You're in luck. I just got a fresh batch in yesterday."
She measured out a generous bag and handed it over with a small paper fan as a gift. "For the warm days we still have left," she said kindly.
Lyn thanked her and hurried home, the warm, toasty smell of the tea leaves drifting from the bag the whole way.
"Got it!" she called out, holding up the bag as she stepped through the door.
Linda looked up from her list on the kitchen table and crossed off another line with a happy little flourish. "Futon, blanket, tea... just rice left now."
"That's an easy one," Lyn said, setting the bag down carefully. "We can pick some up this weekend."
Pinkysan wandered over to sniff the bag with great interest, then sneezed once and walked away, clearly unimpressed by roasted tea leaves.
That evening, as they sat on the veranda with a pot of the new tea between them, Linda glanced at the calendar. "Still no letter from John," she said softly. "I wonder when we'll hear from him next."
"Soon, I think," Lyn said, watching the steam rise gently into the cool evening air. "Soon."
(To be continued)