Wednesday morning was clear and cold. Lyn walked partway to the hotel with Star, their footsteps crunching softly on the frosty path. "Only two more days," Lyn said, and Star's tail wagged as if she understood every word.
At the front desk, a guest preparing to check out asked Lyn which mountain was best for viewing autumn colors this week. Lyn gave her usual friendly answer, then checked the small pot of chrysanthemum leaves sitting by the window. Thirteen leaves now, one more than yesterday. She smiled and gave it a little water before her shift began.
Back home that evening, Linda sat at the kitchen table with a pencil and a notepad. "It's time we finish planning John's welcome meal," she said as Lyn hung up her coat. They had already decided on chestnut rice and a persimmon cake, but several details still needed deciding.
"We'll need fresh chestnuts, a few more persimmons, and daikon radish for the pickles," Linda said, writing each item down carefully. Lyn added a clear soup made with mushrooms from the garden to the list, remembering how much John had enjoyed it during his last visit.
Pinkysan hopped onto the table and sniffed at the notepad, as if checking the list herself. Star rested her chin on Lyn's knee, watching the pencil move across the page. "That should be everything," Linda said at last, setting down the pencil with a satisfied nod.
"Let's go to the market together tomorrow evening, after I finish work," Lyn suggested. "That way everything will be fresh for Friday." Linda agreed, and they decided to buy a little extra, just in case John was hungrier than usual after his long train ride.
After dinner, they sat on the veranda for a few quiet minutes, listening to the cold night air settle over the garden. The chrysanthemum by the window seemed to grow a little taller every day, and so, it felt, did their excitement. "Two more days," Linda said softly, looking toward the gate. "We're almost ready."