Monday morning came quickly after the quiet Sunday. Before breakfast, Lyn checked the chrysanthemum one more time and smiled. "Eleven leaves now," she said. "Four days until John comes."
Linda looked up from the stove. "Four days," she repeated softly. "It really is close now."
Lyn walked partway to the hotel with Star, as she always did on clear mornings. Star trotted happily beside her, stopping now and then to sniff at the cool morning air.
At the hotel, Lyn's morning was busy. A guest from Osaka asked about the best place to see autumn leaves, and Lyn smiled, thinking of her own walk through Nara Park with Linda and Star last weekend. "The maples are turning red now," she told the guest. "By the weekend, they should be even brighter."
On her way home, Lyn passed the small fruit stand near the station. The owner was stacking nets of fresh mikan, round and bright orange. She stopped and bought one small bag.
"These smell wonderful," Lyn said, breathing in the sweet autumn scent.
Back home, she showed Linda the bag of mikan. "I thought we could put some in a bowl in the guest room," Lyn said. "Next to the vase, until the chrysanthemums bloom."
Linda's face brightened. "That's a lovely idea." Together, they arranged the little oranges in a simple bowl and set it on the low table.
Star sniffed the bowl with great interest, while Pinkysan climbed onto the windowsill to watch the last orange light fade over the garden.
That evening, on the veranda, Linda poured tea and looked toward the guest room. "It really is almost ready," she said. "Just the flowers themselves, and the days until Friday."
"Four days," Lyn said again, resting her hand on Star's warm back as Pinkysan curled up beside the teapot.
(To be continued)