Then I explained about “my husband.”
We both laughed.
There is nothing more pleasing when in an alien country than a chit-chat in our native “becha becha.”
Japanese speech!
Such a beautifully indefinite, poetically untidy language!
I love it.
11th—It would be too much of a risk of one’s life to stay in Chicago.
Good-bye!
Flowerless, birdless city, sayonara!
Buffalo, 12th