She came out of Customs and found herself not exactly in Japan, but instead completely surrounded by American men in clark suits and white shirts, wearing On the ground at Narita, she was disoriented still. Green tea and damp towels were handed round, and she sat looking down at the still sea, and thought, "Who would have missed me?" The most formal and also the most humble of the apologies she'd learned. It was the first time Liz heard in real life The chief purser rushed up and stood in front of it and bowed and apologized. Then, after no one knew how long, the screen turned to a smoky blur and finally to white again. Stewardesses were pushing down the aisles begging people to sit down in different languages, in Japanese, English, and German, and She simply expected to die, to fall burning into the icy sea. When, towards the end, before her drowsy eyes, the sides of the picture began to blacken and curl, and then leaping orange flames were projected on the screen, and everyone stood up and started screaming. She'd been dozing, half-watching the movie, a comedy, the kind where people are standing out on fire escapes in New York, yelling "I love you!" and passers-by are smiling along with the lovers, But once on the plane, the Pole was neither here nor there. At the airline office, they'd made it sound like a voyage of exploration: we'll route you over the Pole. This was all soon after the awful journey. To watch for the yellow light behind a favourite panel of pierced wood carving above a door, maybe a silhouette in the shape of bamboo leaves, always to look up at a child's room with his name spelled out in tape on
She started to look forward to the walk, to love certain houses,
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After a day of struggle, learning how to use the catalogueĪnd the microfilm reader, she allowed herself to be soothed by the homely rituals, the knowledge that rice was being cooked, that backs were being scrubbed. So she walked undisturbed, moved from light to light, hearing through wooden walls the clatter of dishes, the NHK news, the splash of bathwater. After all, the worst thing she ever really saw was the occasionalĭrunk throwing up a bowl of noodles in the lane. It was all over town, it was even in the newspapers, about how all the children believed in the kuchisake onna, the woman with a slitįor a while Liz found herself actually looking over her shoulder for the woman when she walked home at night from the library. Then he can see-she has no mouth, but where her mouth should be there's this horrible, horrible slit."Ĭathy and Elaine got such a kick out of it. So there he stands, poor little guy, rooted to the spot with terror, because she's moving towards him, and she's smiling, she seems to be smiling, and
It's got to be a-what?-a yokai, an apparition. "But Elaine, this isn't one of those, it's not an obake. "Japanese ghosts don't have feet," said Cathy. Turn full-face, and let the stole drop, or the handkerchief, or whatever, and she'd take a step towards him-"Well, I'm not sure if she could take a step exactly, maybe she'd have to just glide," The child would think, nevertheless, because of something about her perceived in that instant, what a pretty lady! Then she'd The lacy stole she wore over her kimono, so that it obscured the lower part of her face. The woman would stand for a moment, slender shoulders slightly turned away, with a graceful gesture lifting Would not notice until too late the woman who stepped out of the shadows before him. He would lift up the cage from time to time to talk to the insects, encouraging them to chirp, and, thus innocently occupied, That held his precious insects-his bell crickets, perhaps, clinging to a slice of cucumber. For instance, in the warm autumn evening a child would be walking down the street minding his own business, gently swinging the little green plastic cage This woman had been appearing all over the place. And the story's still in her head as she first heard it, in Elaine's voice. Liz can see her now, as clearly as if she had once looked straight into that beautiful, terrible face. At the end of summer, when the woman who came out of nowhere was haunting the dreams of the young, Liz arrived in Tokyo.
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