Friday morning came at last, cold and clear. Lyn woke up before her alarm, her heart already beating fast. "Today's the day, Star," she whispered to the dog curled at the foot of her bed. Star answered with a happy thump of her tail.
At the hotel, Lyn worked only until noon, just as she had planned for weeks. Her manager wished her a good afternoon with a knowing smile. By the time her shift ended, Lyn hurried home through the cold, bright air, past trees full of red and gold leaves.
At home, the house smelled wonderful. Linda had the chestnut rice ready on the stove, the persimmon cake cooling by the window, and the mushroom soup cooking slowly on low heat. "Perfect timing," Linda said, wiping her hands on her apron. "Now we just wait for the train."
Lyn, Linda, and Star walked to the station together, leaving Pinkysan curled on the warm windowsill, watching the gate as always. The platform was full of people finishing their workday, but Lyn kept checking the clock. At five o'clock, the train from Kyoto rolled in, slow and loud.
John stepped off with a soft smile and a small paper bag in one hand. "Linda. Lyn," he said simply, as if two weeks and two letters had never happened at all. Star barked once and ran a happy circle around his legs. "She remembers me," John said, laughing.
They walked home together under the first evening stars, Star walking proudly at John's side. At the door, Pinkysan peeked out from behind the curtain, her green eyes wide, then slowly came forward to sniff his shoes. "She's curious today," Lyn said. "That's good." Linda opened the door wide, and warm light and the smell of dinner spilled out onto the step. "Welcome to Nara," she said. "We've been waiting for you." (To be continued)