On Saturday morning, the sun was low and the air was cool. Lyn picked up the envelope by the door.
"Do you want to come with me, Star?" she asked.
Star was already standing at the door with her tail curled high. Pinkysan watched from the step and gave one small, sleepy blink.
"Take your scarf," Linda called from the kitchen. "It is colder than it looks."
Lyn wrapped her scarf twice around her neck, and they set off along the quiet road. Dry leaves crunched under Star's paws. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
At the corner, the red mailbox stood in the morning light. Lyn held the letter up and read the address once more.
"Here we go," she whispered. She slid the envelope into the slot, and it dropped inside with a soft click.
Star gave one short bark, as if to say, "Good job!"
On the way home, they passed a garden full of orange persimmons. A woman was picking them into a basket. She waved, and Lyn waved back.
"Those look sweet," Lyn said. Star sniffed the air and wagged her tail.
"Would you like one?" the woman asked. She gave Lyn two soft persimmons and smiled at Star. "One for you, and one for your family."
"Thank you so much!" Lyn said. She put the persimmons in her pocket, and they felt warm and heavy, like two small lanterns.
When they got home, Linda had tea ready on the veranda. "Did it go in?" she asked.
"It did," Lyn said. "Now we wait."
"Waiting is the hard part," Linda said with a laugh. She poured the tea. "I keep wondering what small gift he is bringing from Kyoto."
"Maybe sweets," said Lyn. "Or tea."
Pinkysan jumped onto the rail and looked at them as if she knew the answer and was not going to tell.
"She has a secret," Lyn whispered, and they both laughed.
(To be continued)