Thursday morning was crisp and clear. Lyn walked with Star partway to the hotel, her breath turning to small white clouds in the cold air. "Tomorrow, Star," she said, scratching the dog's ears. "Tomorrow he comes."
At the hotel, a group of students from Osaka asked Lyn about the best spots for autumn leaves nearby. She pointed them toward Nara Park, promising the colors were almost at their best. Through the window, she noticed the chrysanthemum leaves on the sill — fourteen now, one more than the day before.
When her shift ended, Lyn met Linda outside the small greengrocer near the station, just as they had planned. Baskets of fat chestnuts and deep orange persimmons lined the shop's front table. "We need enough for everyone," Linda said, filling a bag with chestnuts.
The shop owner, an old friend of Mrs. Oda's, added two extra persimmons to their bag with a smile. "For your guest," she said. "Welcome him well." Linda thanked her warmly, and they chose a long white daikon radish for the pickles before heading home.
Back at the house, Star sniffed every bag with great interest, while Pinkysan watched from the kitchen windowsill, her tail flicking at the sound of rustling paper. Linda began washing the chestnuts at once, humming quietly to herself.
Over dinner, the family went through the plan once more: chestnut rice, persimmon cake, daikon pickles, and the clear mushroom soup from the garden. "Everything is ready," Lyn said, looking at the full baskets on the counter.
On the veranda afterward, the night air felt colder than before, but no one minded. Linda looked toward the gate, the way she always did these days. "Tomorrow," she said softly, "he'll finally be here." Star gave a happy little bark, as if she understood completely. (To be continued)