Leda walked into Bennosuke’s room stiffly, trying desperately not to trip over the too long formal kimono. Shoko was watching her like a snake observing a mouse. Trying not to add any further insult to them and their home, Leda tried to smile passively. The many-layered soft green kimono was beautiful, and with her hair done back in the traditional manner and two black dots on her forehead, she almost looked like she belonged in a samurai’s home.

            When Ben saw her his face twisted up in an obvious attempt not to laugh. Obviously after seeing her crawl out from...

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