Tuesday morning arrived bright and clear, with no sign of yesterday's rain clouds. Lyn opened the curtains and found the sky a soft, washed blue, with warm sunlight spilling across the garden.
"No rain today," Linda said at breakfast, pouring tea for them both. "Good. The chrysanthemum by the persimmon tree will like the sun."
After breakfast, Lyn knelt by the small plant Mrs. Oda had given her and checked its leaves. Five now, she counted, each one a little bigger than before. She gave it a careful splash of water, not too much, just as Mrs. Oda had taught her.
Star watched from a few steps away, tail wagging slowly, as if she, too, were keeping guard over the growing plant. Pinkysan sat on the porch railing above, eyes half closed in the sunshine, but every few minutes she glanced toward the front gate.
"She's waiting for the mail, just like us," Lyn laughed, pulling on her coat for work.
At the hotel, the day moved at its usual gentle pace. Lyn helped an older couple plan a walk to Nara Park, and a group of students asked about the fastest train back to Kyoto. During her short break, she found herself glancing at the clock more than usual, wondering how many days a letter might take to travel and return.
When she walked home, the evening light was turning the sky a warm orange, and the persimmon tree's last leaves glowed like small lanterns. Linda was in the garden, gathering a few fallen leaves into a basket.
"No letter today," Linda said, straightening up with a small, patient smile. "But it's only Tuesday. These things take time."
"I know," Lyn said, glancing at the quiet, empty mailbox by the gate. "Kyoto isn't far, but the post still needs its days."
Inside, Star curled up near the stove, already half asleep, while Pinkysan jumped onto the windowsill for one last look at the darkening street. Over dinner, Lyn and Linda talked about small things: the chrysanthemum's new leaves, the hotel's quiet afternoon, and how many days might be left before an answer finally arrived.
"Soon," Linda said simply, turning off the kitchen light. "Soon enough."
(To be continued)