Chapter 2: A Children’s Book with a Tanuki, a Crocodile, and a Dog?Part 1

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It was the fourth of January, and the novel feeling that accompanied the start of a new year was beginning to fade.

The people waiting at Kamakura station now weren’t travelers returning from the first shrine visit of the year, but locals going out to shop.

Nursing a hangover from last night, I also waited for the next train to arrive. I met up with some of my high school cla.s.smates for the first time in a long while yesterday afternoon. Many people came back to their hometown for the new year, so these meetups ended up being something between a New Year’s party and a cla.s.s reunion. Sawamoto, who was currently living in Koshigoe, was there, but my ex-girlfriend Kousaka Akiho was not.

It was with a strange feeling of both relief and worry that I went to visit the Tsurugaoka Hachimangū shrine with everyone after hearing from Sawamoto that Akiho was apparently hard back at work since yesterday.

I stood for a while near the shrine entrance in front of the stump where the large ginkgo tree used to stand. I had known that the huge, several hundred year old tree fell in a typhoon last spring, but it was the first time I saw it in person. Although it didn’t have much to do with me, the tree’s abrupt disappearance had still been an unexpected shock.

Oh well. It’s not like there was some moral lesson to be learned here.

Someone in the group invited us all to stay over at his house in Zaimokuza after a long night of drinking at the bar. My memory had become blurry by the middle of the night, but I remembered everyone getting fired up talking about Antiquarian Bookshop Biblia. There was talk about how the stupid Goura was currently getting along with the beautiful bookshop owner and jokes that I should hurry up and get rejected if there wasn’t going to be any progress so they could laugh at me. I managed to avoid talking about it for the most part and left the house after a late breakfast banquet, which was just a short time ago.

A blue train with cream colored lines pulled into the station. I waited for the previous pa.s.sengers to disembark before boarding myself.

While there were some free seats, Ofuna was only two stops away so there really wasn’t much point in sitting down. I held on to the strap and aimlessly stared out of the window.

“Oh my, hey—hey! Goura!” A familiar high pitched voice rang out just as the train began to move.

I reflexively looked around.

“Where are you looking? I’m right here! Over here!”

My eyes turned to the small lady sitting in the seat in front of me. She wore a down jacket and had a fur scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Happy New Year…Shin.o.bu.” I let go of the strap and lowered my head.

This was Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu. She lived with her older husband in Zushi.

Almost half a year ago she came to the store to take back the copy of Introduction to Logic that her husband had tried to sell. Even after the incident had been resolved, she continued to stop by the shop from time to time. It wasn’t, of course, because Shin.o.bu wanted to buy or sell books; she just dropped in to chat. Last time she brought us a.s.sorted dried fruits that she got from Taiwan as a souvenir.

“Happy New Year to you too! Let’s get along this year too! Let’s get along!” She said as she grabbed my hand and violently shook it up and down.

“What a coincidence! I was just about to go to Kita-Kamakura to visit the shop. Are you working today?”

“Unfortunately not. I’m off today.”

I had worked up until the last day of the year, and got the first four days of January off. There weren’t many stores that were closed on the first and last days of the year, but Biblia’s schedule had always been this way.

“Ehh! Really?” She raised her voice. Shouldn’t she have expected this, considering one of the two employees there was wandering around like this?

“Is the shop owner there?”

I raised my head and searched my memory. I hadn’t talked to Shioriko about anything but work lately.

“Hmm…let’s see… Oh, I don’t think she’s there right now. I believe she had an arrangement with someone today.”

I happened to see her mark her January calendar with “Ryuu – 12pm” while talking on the phone on New Year’s Eve. Shioriko probably had plans to meet with Takino Renjou’s younger sister, who she‘d gotten along with since her school days. She did say something about the two of them having a New Year’s party.

“Did something happen?”

If she was trying to visit even when the shop was closed, it had to be something serious. Perhaps it was something related to her husband, Sakaguchi Masashi. Their relationship was almost sickeningly sweet, but Sakaguchi had a past he didn’t like to talk about, and suffered from a severe eye sickness.

“Yeah…kind of.” Shin.o.bu put her hand on her cheek in thought. “There’s something that’s been really bothering me, and I wanted to ask the shop owner for advice. But if she’s not there, I’ll just have to go another day.”

The train decelerated as it pulled into Kita-Kamakura station, but Shin.o.bu showed no sign of getting up. Perhaps she wasn’t going to switch trains.

“Are you going to work after this?” I asked.

I remembered that she worked at her friend’s snack bar. Maybe that place was located in Fujisawa. But it seemed too early for her to be going to work.

“No, I’m off today but…” She stopped talking and looked up at me. The train had stopped at Kita-Kamakura station, and the train doors had already opened and closed. She had not taken her eyes off my face the entire time.

“What is it?”

“Goura, do you have some time today?”

“Eh? Yeah, I’m free today.”

“In that case, would it be alright if I discussed it with you first? I wanted to talk about a book.”

“A book…is it Introduction to Logic?”

“No, not that.” She shook her head.

“This time it’s about a book that I used to own a long time ago.”

Continuing the conversation on the train wouldn’t work, so we got off at the next stop, Ofuna station. It felt kind of strange walking around with a regular customer away from the store.

“I have no problem with listening, but I don’t know how helpful my advice will be. I don’t know all that much about books…” I turned and said to Shin.o.bu as we went up the escalator.

She leaned on the escalator handrail as we went up. “But you know more than me right? I want to talk to anyone who might know even a little. There aren’t any other people I can ask for help with this.”

Shin.o.bu narrowed her eyes, and her thick mascara made a distinctive line with her eyelids. I supposed I could at least listen to what she had to say and pa.s.s it on to Shioriko tomorrow.

After we got off the escalator and pa.s.sed through the ticket gate, I noticed another of our regulars. A girl wearing a long, hooded coat, with a sharp expression on her face, was leaning against a pillar. Her hands were in her pockets, and she stared wearily at the station building entrance. It looked like she was waiting for someone.

“Kosuga.”

I called her name, and Kosuga Nao turned my way, her eyes wide.

“Goura, why are you…oh right, you live in Ofuna…Happy New Year.” She lowered her head slightly, adding the New Year’s greeting at the end as if she just remembered.

“Happy New Year,” I responded to her greeting. Shin.o.bu, who was next to me, looked at Nao with interest.

“This girl is also one of the shop’s regulars.”

There was an incident with her involving a Kotama Kiyoshi book in the past, but ever since then Nao had been coming by the shop often. She got along well with the homeless book hunter, Shida.

“Ah, is that so? Nice to meet you! My name’s Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu. Sakaguchi is spelled with the characters for slope and mouth. My first name is spelled the same way it sounds. I also cause a lot of trouble for this shop. I hope we get along!” Shin.o.bu enthusiastically held her hand out for a handshake.

Perhaps taken aback by her high energy, Nao hesitantly took her hand after a moment.

“I hope so too. I’m Kosuga Nao.”

“Are you waiting for someone?” I asked.

“Yeah…well actually, she’s already here, but she said she wanted to go to the restroom…”

“Yaa—sorry for taking so long. The wait for the toilet was so long back there at Lumine… Oh, it’s Goura. Why’re you here?”

A familiar voice suddenly cut into our conversation. A girl wearing a red duffel coat with her hair tied into a ponytail appeared. This was Shioriko’s younger sister, Shinokawa Ayaka.

“I just happened to pa.s.s by…were the two of you meeting up?”

“Yep.” Ayaka nodded as if that was to be expected.

I on the other hand was surprised at the unexpected combination. I knew that they went to the same school and had been talking a lot lately, but I didn’t think they were so close that they would hang out on their off days.

I turned to Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu. Since she was a regular customer, it would probably be a good idea to introduce her to Ayaka.

“This person is…” Just when I started, the two of them suddenly ran up to each other and vigorously shook both hands.

“Ayaka! h.e.l.lo! Please take care of me this year too!”

“Shin.o.bu! It’s been so long! Take care of me as well! How have you been?”

They were loud enough to attract the attention of the people around us, and I was taken aback.

“You two know each other?”

“Shin.o.bu stopped by once when you and the shop owner were away from the shop…”

“We exchanged contact information and went out for tea.” Shin.o.bu took over Ayaka’s explanation.

I had no idea about this, but it was clear that their relationship was already good.

“Shin.o.bu, did you get shorter?”

“Nope! I haven’t been wearing boots or high heels these days. I’ve been wearing these shoes instead! They’re very easy to walk in!”

Shin.o.bu lifted the hem of her dress and showed her plain colored sneakers. Ayaka’s eyes glittered with excitement.

“Wow, they’re the same as mine!”

Ayaka lifted her leg to show off her own shoes. The design really was the same.

“Look at that! They match!

“Yeah, they really do! Woah!”

Kosuga and I watched from a distance as they pa.s.sionately discussed how nice their shoes were. To be honest, it was hard to deal with this high level of excitement.

Well still, this is pretty incredible.

Whether it was with Kosuga Nao or Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu, Shinokawa Ayaka’s people skills were uncommonly good if she could get along with people so well after such a short amount of time. She was the complete opposite of Shioriko. It was almost like the younger sister had taken off with all of her sister’s communication skills.

Perhaps getting impatient, Kosuga Nao pressed her lips together.

“So where are you going? I asked.

“We’re going to see a movie.”

“Yep, yep. Nao said she wanted me to watch this cartoon and let me borrow a DVD. The series has a new movie out now, and she said she wanted to see it no matter what…”

“Stop saying so much, you idiot!” Nao interrupted Ayaka, fl.u.s.tered, and purposefully cleared her throat.

“Anyway, let’s go. We need to hurry.”

Nao took a pa.s.scase from her pocket and touched it to the automatic ticket gate sensors before pa.s.sing into the station. If it was airing at the beginning and end of the year, it was something made for kids.

“She has a cute pa.s.scase, doesn’t she?” Shin.o.bu whispered in a low voice.

I noticed it too. Nao’s pa.s.scase had a brown monkey-like character with large ears drawn on it. I didn’t know its name, but I’d seen it around a lot lately. Some people had pretty unexpected tastes.

“…Goura.” Ayaka made no indication of moving, and her expression suddenly became serious.

“Did something happen recently? Have you not been feeling well or something?”

“Eh? Why?”

“Shioriko has been worried about you lately, Goura. Since you haven’t been as enthusiastic lately…she’s worried that something happened, you know.”

There was of course, nothing wrong with my health. What I heard from Inoue at Hitori Books at the end of the year had left a lasting impact on me.

I didn’t completely believe that Shioriko had been in contact with her mother this whole time, but there was no doubt that Shinokawa Chieko was getting information about me from someone. It was a bad feeling, like someone was spying on me. Thinking about which people I should or shouldn’t have trusted with information would get me nowhere.

I didn’t think Shioriko had noticed. I did get an email from her in January, but the contents were the usual formal New Year’s salutations. I also sent her a similar letter in return, but thinking about it now, that was probably a bit unnatural.

“I’m doing just fine…”

“I see…Well, I guess it’s alright then.” It seemed that was all she’d wanted to ask.

“If that’s how it is, then Shioriko should feel better. Anyway, see ya! You too Shin.o.bu!”

She broke into a small run and waved as she pa.s.sed through the ticket gate.Part 2

Shin.o.bu and I went into a tea shop on the second floor of a pac.h.i.n.ko parlor. More than half the tables were filled, so we chose a seat in the non-smoking section near the wall.

“Are you alright in the non-smoking section?”

“I quit smoking… It’s better that way they say.” Shin.o.bu replied as she took off her coat.

Come to think of it, there had been news a few months ago that of a steep increase in cigarette prices. Apparently, many people quit smoking because of it.

We ordered drinks for ourselves, but neither of us continued the conversation. Perhaps because there were so many elderly customers visiting alone, the tea shop was a lot quieter than I thought it would be.

“Are you getting along with the shop owner?”

“Ehh?”

“Goura, you like her, don’t you?” Shin.o.bu spoke softly.

I didn’t feel the need to hide it now that she asked me so bluntly. I also felt comfortable talking to an older acquaintance who knew both Shioriko and me.

“Yeah…I don’t know what she thinks about it though.”

“That girl gives off a difficult to approach feeling for some reason—it’s like she isn’t willing to open up her heart. She’s kind of like my Masa in that way…though comparing her to an old man like that would be rude.”

“Not at all…”

Masa was her nickname for her husband, Sakaguchi Masashi. He and Shioriko certainly did have common traits, though their ages and gender were completely different.

“People like that tend to look straightforwardly at the people they’re interested in and, unexpectedly, are able to understand a lot. That makes it quite hard to hide things…”

She was talking to herself, but I thought she might be referring to the conversation I had with Ayaka. It was her sort of roundabout way of telling me to just be honest if there was something on my mind.

“You’re right.”

There was no use mulling over it. If I was making absolutely no progress thinking about what Inoue from Hitori Bookstore had told me, then there was no choice but to ask Shioriko herself about it.

The drinks we ordered arrived at the table and the conversation was paused for a moment. I got coffee and Shin.o.bu got hot milk.

“How is Masashi doing?”

“He’s doing great now, wonderful.” Shin.o.bu grinned.

“Masashi’s eyes aren’t getting any better, but other than that, he’s as healthy as can be. He’s training now so that he’ll be alright even as his eyesight gets worse. He’s working so hard to take care of his daily needs, I think that serious part of him is wonderful…”

Shin.o.bu had a faraway look in her eyes as she held her teacup. I hadn’t expected her to start playing up her husband’s virtues all of a sudden.

“Right, so about the book from before…”

“Eh? Ah, of course.”

She changed the topic, and I had a little trouble keeping up. Come to think of it, this was what we came here to talk about today.

“There was a really interesting book that I used to read a lot back when I was starting elementary school. I didn’t like reading at all and I don’t really remember what the story was about. All I remember is that it was really good. It’s been on my mind so much these days that I couldn’t stand it anymore. Have you ever felt like that?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” I nodded.

It wasn’t books, but there were times when I felt an intense longing for things that I enjoyed as a child.

“I want to find that book again no matter what, and that’s why I want to ask you and the shop owner for help. Of course, I’ll pay if you find it.”

“You won’t need to do that.”

This was essentially just a request for us to find a book. It wasn’t a rare request for an antiquarian book store. I didn’t know if we would have it in stock, but we should at least be able to find a shop that did sell it.

“What’s the t.i.tle of the book?”

“That’s the thing…I can’t remember it.” Shin.o.bu said with a troubled expression.

“Huh?”

“The t.i.tle had katakana in it….but I’ve always been bad with foreign names. That’s also why I’m also no good with English.”

“Do you at least know the author’s name?”

“Well, it was a foreigner. I think it was a long name, too.”

“I’m guessing you don’t know the publisher either.”

Shin.o.bu nodded. I took a sip of coffee as I gathered my thoughts. There wasn’t anything I could go off of so far.

“…It’s impossible, isn’t it?”

At any rate, it was impossible for me. Of course I wanted help, but even Shioriko probably wouldn’t be able to do anything with only this much information.

“You said you read it as a child…was it a children’s book?”

“I think so, yes. There were lots of ill.u.s.trations, but there were lots of chapters too. And there wasn’t just hiragana, there was kanji with furigana too.

“What kind of story was it?”

“Let’s see…I believe it was kind of a picture book with a tanuki, dog, and a crocodile. I don’t know what year it was set in, but I think it took place somewhere in the West….”

That’s where her explanation paused. It seemed even her memories of what the story was about were vague.

“Can you remember anything else?”

“There was a dog!” Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu suddenly exclaimed. Didn’t she just tell me this?

“It was a really sad story…the dog was loved by the owner in the house where he was born, but as soon as he became bigger, he was thrown out and replaced with another puppy. Isn’t it horrible?”

It certainly was cruel. That would have been a pretty harsh story for a book made for children.

“…And then he became friends with a lonely lion.”

“That’s quite a difference in size.”

“Right, right. The lion was also worried about his size at first, but he eventually got over it and they became friends. Isn’t it great how they both got along despite being so different?”

I related this to the Sakaguchi couple. There was a difference in age, and their pasts were completely different.

“So were the dog and lion the main characters?”

“No, the protagonist was a tanuki.”

“A tanuki? In a foreign story?”

This was the first time I’d heard of a tanuki appearing in a children’s story from another country.

Shin.o.bu didn’t seem completely confident either; she tilted her head in doubt.

“It might not have been called a tanuki exactly, but I clearly remember what it looked like! Give me just a moment.”

She took out a small notebook from her handbag and began scribbling on it with a ballpoint pen. She was more skilled than I expected and finished drawing an animal with short arms and legs. Its entire body was black, it had two ears above its head, only the area around its eyes were white, and it had a long puffy tail—

“That’s a tanuki isn’t it?”

“I know right, it really is! This tanuki met several characters, like the abandoned dog, and the lonely lion.”

“Did it do anything with them?”

Shin.o.bu squeezed her eyes tightly shut and pressed her finger to her head as if she was trying to draw out a memory.

“The tanuki was I think…trying to build a house.”

“You mean like a dog house?”

“Mm—I think it was bigger than that. It was kind of like a house where lonely children could gather…they carried in lots of bricks on a large truck and everyone put their effort together to build it.”

“So a bunch of characters appeared.”

“Yep, yep yep. There was also a boy who was no good at studying and was trying to make friends. He was looking for someone with worse grades than him, but couldn’t find anyone.”

“That’s a pretty amazing…so humans also appeared in the story?”

“Of course they did. Not just people though. There was also a crocodile, and a giraffe…all the animals were living together happily. I think there was also something about a zoo in the story…”

It was interesting, but I didn’t really understand what kind of world it was. It kind of felt like a Disney cartoon.

“That’s all I can remember though. I don’t know at all how the story ended.”

The reason her memory was so fragmented was probably because she read the parts she liked over and over again. That was how children tended to read books.

I took the picture of the main character that she drew and put it in my pocket. I doubted this would work as a clue, but if I showed it to someone who was more knowledgeable about books then maybe—

“Ah.” A thought flashed into my mind. I had forgotten something obvious.

“What is it? Do you know what book it was?” Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu’s eyes were sparkling.

“It’s not that…you had this book at your house, right? Was it something your parents bought for you?”

For some reason, it felt like Shin.o.bu’s expression stiffened.

“Yeah, that’s right…my mom bought it for me at the neighborhood bookstore but…”

“In that case, what about asking her?” I replied. It would be perfectly normal if the book their daughter read so eagerly as a child remained in their memories. “It might even still be at that house.”

“Yes…well, that might be true but…” Shin.o.bu’s voice suddenly became small. “I don’t really…want to talk to my parents.”

c.r.a.p. I had completely forgotten that she had a bad relationship with her parents. That was why she’d moved away from home the moment she graduated from high school.

“I’m sorry.”

I lowered my head, but she flashed her white teeth to smooth it over with a smile.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Because you’re right. I was planning to go back home to ask them anyway…ah, of course!” Shin.o.bu abruptly clapped her hands, and a loud sound rang out in the shop. I had a bad feeling about why.

“What’s the matter?”

“Can you and the others come with me? To my home town!”

“Huh!?” I couldn’t stop myself from exclaiming.Part 3

“…And that’s where things are now.”

It was a quiet morning at Biblia and I had just finished giving Shioriko a detailed account of what happened yesterday. I waited for her reply.

She had her head tilted to the side earlier, but hadn’t moved it in a while, as if her neck was stiff. She didn’t seem to notice the long, black strands of hair covering the lenses of her gla.s.ses

“Do you know what book she could be talking about?”

There was no response. Shioriko was still thinking hard. After tens of seconds, she took a long, deep breath like a diver surfacing from the water.

“I’m sorry…it’s a bit difficult.” Her thin voice sounded regretful.

I didn’t think she had anything to apologize for though. In fact, it would have been more surprising if she figured it out given the only clues we had to work with.

“But I do feel like I’ve heard this story before.”

“Eh? Really?”

“Yes, but…it’s a little strange. I rarely ever forget the t.i.tles and authors of the books I’ve read.”

“But isn’t it normal? Not to remember every book you read as a kid.”

“Oh, is that so?” was her puzzled reply.

Evidently common sense did not apply to Shioriko when it came to books.

“Were you able to find any clues?”

“It’s nothing substantive, but if Shin.o.bu’s story is accurate, then we can at least narrow the scope a little.”

“What do you mean?”

“First, this book was sold new at bookstores in the latter half of 1970.” Shioriko lifted her index finger.

“It’s reasonable to a.s.sume that Shin.o.bu read the book just as she was starting elementary school. Of course, the book would have been written and published before then.

“And the second point,” Shioriko raised her middle finger.

“The story was most likely written in the 20th century, and was set in a European or American city during that time period.”

“How do you know that?”

Shin.o.bu said that she didn’t know when it was written, and she didn’t say anything at all about when and where the story was set.

“There was a scene where they carry a large amount of bricks in a truck, correct? Trucks were first invented in the late 19th century, but weren’t in widespread use until the early 20th century. The fact that there was also a zoo in the story means that there’s a high chance it was set in a city.”

I nodded; that made sense. However, the range from early 1900s to 1970 was still far from specific. We had only narrowed our scope a little.

“What I don’t understand is how the protagonist could be a tanuki.” Shioriko put her fingers down.

“Tanuki have appeared in stories in j.a.pan since long ago, but since they live princ.i.p.ally in East Asia, they aren’t well known in the West. Perhaps it was a different animal…”

“But the picture she drew looks like a tanuki, doesn’t it?”

I looked down at the piece of paper set on the countertop. It was the drawing of the protagonist that Shin.o.bu gave me yesterday.

“It really does…”

The two of us fell silent for a while. There were too few clues, and it felt like there wasn’t much else we could work with.

“Do you want to go to Shin.o.bu’s home?”

Shin.o.bu said something about how having people knowledgeable about books come with her would be more convenient, but she probably just didn’t want to go back home by herself.

“I do.” Shioriko replied immediately. “I also want to know what book this is.”

I felt the same way. The idea of someone going back home with some bookstore employees in tow felt odd though.

“By the way, has she talked to her husband about this book?”

“Huh?”

“Shin.o.bu didn’t say anything about her husband’s reaction, so I was a little curious…”

That did seem to be the case now that I thought about it. Even if we went to Shin.o.bu’s hometown with her, Masashi was the type of person who’d want to come along as well. Maybe there were circ.u.mstances that stopped him from going with us this time. Shin.o.bu said her parents were strict, so I didn’t know if they would approve of the fact that she married an older man.

“But there isn’t any reason to hide it either. What if Masashi also didn’t know which book it was, and she didn’t feel the need to bring it up in our conversation?”

Shin.o.bu herself told me that she couldn’t hide anything from her husband.

Shioriko smiled and nodded in agreement.

“I see…maybe I’m overthinking this. Anyway, let’s get back to work; quite a few online orders came in yesterday…”

“Shioriko.”

I called to stop her before she went back behind the wall of books. There was one more thing that I needed to talk about.

“The truth is, I went to Hitori Bookstore before.”

I told her everything I knew—from the Christmas card that the shop owner, Inoue, received from Shinokawa Chieko to the suspicions that Inoue had shared with me.

Shioriko listened to my story silently with her expression almost completely still. I apologized at the end for keeping it a secret for so long, but she angrily looked away from me.

“I have most certainly not been in contact with my mother, and I haven’t told anyone about you either. There is no meaning in pretending otherwise. I would have liked for you to tell me this sooner.”

“I see…I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been worried about you since the year began.” Shioriko still wasn’t looking at me.

“I was worried that something was wrong…do you remember when we went drinking? It was the day before The Dandelion Girl was returned.”

“Eh? Yeah, I remember.” I answered her question, confused. What was she bringing that up for now? For some reason, Shioriko’s cheeks were slightly red.

“I had fun that day…and drank more than I usually do, so I can’t really remember everything I said. I was thinking that by some chance, I ended up doing something strange…”

“Strange how?” I blurted out without thinking.

I really didn’t understand what she meant, but her face became even redder.

“I mean, um…like if I couldn’t stop laughing…or if I hummed to myself…or dozed off….”

Her voice gradually became softer and softer. As brilliant as she was, she got the wrong impressions at the strangest times. It was hard to hold my laughter in.

“Nothing like that happened.”

“Really? You’re not just hiding it?” She glanced at me from the corner of her eye to see my expression. Honestly speaking, what I said wasn’t completely true, but it hadn’t been a bad way to drink. Rather, it was the complete opposite.

“It’s true.”

Having said that, a strange sense of courage welled up inside me.

“What about going drinking some other day? If you’re alright with it of course.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Just as I was feeling relieved that I hadn’t been outright rejected, I noticed that Shioriko’s expression had become dark.

“If what Inoue said is true, it would mean that there’s someone out there pa.s.sing on information to my mother…”

“Right…”

If Shioriko wasn’t in contact with her mother, then it had to be someone else keeping in touch with her. Someone around us was secretly collecting information about us and pa.s.sing it on to Shinokawa Chieko. There was no doubt that this person would also have information about her.

Who on earth could it be?

The feeling that I suddenly couldn’t trust the people around me made me feel all the more uneasy.

“Let’s get back to work, shall we?” Shioriko spoke up.

Just as I nodded to agree, the gla.s.s door opened with a loud noise. When I turned around to look, I saw an older man wearing sungla.s.ses standing at the entrance. He wore a plain gray woolen coat and had a bright red knit scarf wrapped around his neck.

“Happy New Year, all.” Sakaguchi Masashi lowered his head and greeted us.

“I came to consult about my wife. Would you have the time to discuss it with me?” Masashi cut straight to the point as he took off his scarf.

Some parts of it were thin and other parts thick; it was obvious at a glance that the scarf was handmade.

“Of course…what can we help with?”

“I heard Shin.o.bu was asking you about a book she read as a child. I would like you to give me an overview of what you discussed.”

As always, he had an interrogative way of speaking and didn’t add any superfluous information.

Shioriko and I exchanged glances for just a moment.

“It was a request for us to find the book, but she didn’t know the t.i.tle or the name of the author. Shin.o.bu said she wanted to go back home to ask her parents about it and asked if we could go along with her…”

I answered his question since I was the one who talked to Shin.o.bu directly. The moment he heard that she was planning to go back home, Masashi’s expression became gloomy.

“I see, that’s how it was.” He muttered to himself in a low voice.

“Is something wrong?”

I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Was there a reason Shin.o.bu didn’t want to tell her husband the full story this time? After a brief silence, Masashi suddenly opened his mouth.

“I believe her real goal isn’t to find the book she read as a child. It’s to go meet her parents.”

“Eh?”

“Did you know that Shin.o.bu doesn’t have a good relationship with her parents?”

“Yes, somewhat.” I nodded.

“Her parents are both very diligent people. They’re retired now, but her father served at the Kanagawa prefectural office for a long time, and her mother managed a tutoring school. I know she also has siblings, but I haven’t met them in person.”

I remembered Shin.o.bu telling me before that her parents were intelligent and pa.s.sionate about education. Considering their occupations, I could agree with that a.s.sessment.

“Her mother was especially strict with her, and that led to constant arguments between them. Shin.o.bu’s relationship with her parents seemed to have calmed down for a period after she moved out when she graduated high school…but that’s when our marriage became a big issue.

“Since her mother would absolutely not approve of us, Shin.o.bu cut off ties with her and entered into my family registry. She hasn’t been back home for almost 20 years now.”

“Doe she still meet with her father and siblings?”

“She occasionally talks with them over the phone, but rarely ever meets them in person from what I understand. She often jokes about the thin bonds in her family.”

Masashi, who had been indifferently explaining up to this point, grimaced slightly. Despite what Shin.o.bu said, he must have felt that it was his fault that her relationship with her family was so strained.

“Perhaps her feelings have changed after all these years. Shin.o.bu won’t say it herself, but I think she’s been looking for the opportunity to reconcile with her parents. People tend to better understand their parents’ feelings the older they become.

“Last November, Shin.o.bu and I got a message from her parents saying that they wanted the four of us to have a meal together. It felt like they had always been waiting for the right time to restore their relationship.”

“Did you go?”

Masashi nodded solemnly at my question.

“They even made a reservation at a well-known restaurant in Chinatown. It was their first reunion in a while, and we were able to have a peaceful meal. Shin.o.bu and her parents were enjoying themselves talking about old times. I didn’t want to get in their way, so I didn’t join in and quietly ate.”

I could vividly imagine Masashi sitting rigidly in a Chinatown restaurant as he went through a full course meal. That felt more real than him partic.i.p.ating in the conversation.

“That’s when the conversation turned to the sickness in my eyes. They seemed so concerned that it made us feel uncomfortable. The problem came when they started asking detailed questions about how my eye illness came to be.”

I gulped. Decades ago, Masashi tried to rob a bank and the injury he sustained as he was fleeing the police remained in his eyes. His current illness was related to that event—of course, it wasn’t something that could easily be explained.

It was only a few months ago that Masashi was even able to come clean to his wife, Shin.o.bu.

“My original plan had been to tell them everything, but Shin.o.bu was adamant that we absolutely not say anything about my criminal history. I had already served my sentence and reformed…there was no need to go out of my way to talk about it. I more or less agreed and went to the dinner meeting not planning to say anything but…”

…Masashi stopped talking suddenly. We looked at his face and saw large amounts of sweat flowing from his forehead.

“Did they…somehow find out?” My voice naturally lowered.

Masashi stuck his fingertip behind his sungla.s.ses and rubbed the top of his eye as if to ma.s.sage it.

“That’s right.”

“How did something like that happe—“

“—I was the one who told them.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. He outed himself on purpose?

“I just couldn’t allow myself to deceive the people who were right in front of me. By the time I noticed, I had already told them everything about my past. Her father still listened to my story, but her mother…it would be better if I didn’t say anything about that.

Masashi gave an evasive explanation. Something terrible must have happened. I could guess what happened after that, but I still wanted to hear it.

“What happened after that?”

“Shin.o.bu argued with her mother and it almost turned into a fight. The meal ended there…all because I made a mess of everything.” Masashi took a deep breath.

It wasn’t that I didn’t understand his feelings about coming clean, considering how many years he’d suffered with the secret, but if he had just…

“I should have been a little more aware about the time and place…” Masashi said, as if he had read my mind. It seemed the man himself knew it the best.

“Umm…what was it that you wanted to talk about….concerning your wife.” At Shioriko’s timid question, Masashi lightly nodded and continued talking.

“Shin.o.bu got angry for my sake, but I believe she still wants to reconcile with her parents. Especially lately, there are many times where she seems to be lost in thought. When I ask her what’s going on, she says she’s thinking about the books she read a long time ago, but I don’t think that’s the entire truth. I believe she’s worried about the relationship with her parents and is looking for an excuse to go see them.

Really…?

I felt a little doubtful. When I talked to her before, it had seemed like she didn’t want to go home and really just wanted to find book.

“It’s most likely that her parents—especially her mother—feel the same way. However, if they see each other again, it might turn into another fight. I’m not saying I want you to mediate between a daughter and her parents…but can I ask you to be there to make sure their quarrels don’t get too heated?”

Before Shioriko could respond, Masashi continued.

“By all rights the job of reconciling them should have fallen to me…but I am not permitted to go to their house. They won’t even talk to me if I try to contact them…it weighs on me to push this burden onto you, but please, I need your help.”

Sakaguchi deeply bowed his head.Part 4

There wasn’t much traffic in the middle of a weekday, and we were on track to arrive a little earlier than expected.

“Did Masa really say that? That I want to fix my relationship with my mother?” Shin.o.bu spoke from the back seat.

“Yes…” Shioriko nodded in the pa.s.senger seat next to me.

The shop was closed for the day, and the three of us were currently in the van, headed to Shin.o.bu’s home in Totsuka.

“C’mon, that’s totally wrong. I really, truly don’t want to see them. Even this trip is putting me in a bad mood. Look at my face, see?”

I looked back in the rearview mirror and saw her pouting face white-lipped with apprehension. Masashi’s suggestion didn’t seem plausible if Shin.o.bu looked so distraught just from the idea of seeing her parents again.

“After what she said to Masa…I’ll never forgive her, and definitely not just because she’s my mother. I don’t think anyone but me could understand.”

“I completely understand.” Shioriko nodded with more force than usual.

“There are some things that even parents cannot be forgiven for. Typically, if there’s discord between a mother and daughter, the original cause lies with the mother.”

“That’s right. Shop owner, you know what you’re talking about. That’s really how it is.”

Shin.o.bu happily leaned forward and grabbed the pa.s.senger seat headrest—this was starting to sound more like a personal conversation.

We continued driving alongside the JR railroad tracks for a short while, and I parked the van in front of a house near the river. It was a large, older house with a kitchen garden set in the wide yard. There was a poster for some political party attached to the block fence.

“It really hasn’t changed at all.”

Shin.o.bu flicked the politician on the poster’s head with her finger and opened the gate. The gatepost had a nameplate with “Kawabata” written on it in blackened block letters. That was probably Shin.o.bu’s maiden name. She stopped in front of the garden furrows that were covered with white plastic with a scowl on her face.

“My mother is really into growing organic vegetables…but nothing she has is worth bragging about. They all grow terribly and usually end up tasteless. But her mood always improves when she talks about her garden.”

Shin.o.bu’s sounded bitter as she talked about her mother. Parents and children that didn’t get along were similar everywhere it seemed.

“What is that…?” Shioriko was pointing to a small wooden house.

It was fairly old and had a roof that looked like it had been repainted many times over. The inside was empty, but there were traces that indicated it had been cleaned recently.

“Oh, that’s where we kept the dog when he was still around…I was in elementary school back then.”

The words written on top of the dog house had all but completely faded from the rain and wind, but were still somewhat legible.

Friendly’s House

“…was Friendly the dog’s name?”

It was a pretty strange name but—

—Shin.o.bu burst into laughter.

“You’re being silly Goura. It’s friendly as in to have a good relationship. The dog had an actual name, you know.”

“……”

…So it was actually Friendly House. Certainly a pet owner would be friendly to their own dog, but I didn’t quite see the sense of writing that on the doghouse. Wouldn’t it have been better to write the dog’s name instead?

“Then what was the name of the dog?”

“Tobiku.” Shin.o.bu replied.

“I found him abandoned near the river, and got my parents to let me start raising him…he was with us for about three years. My mother always hated him though. She used to say he was a stupid dog that barked too much.”

Shin.o.bu frowned as she thought back to her childhood memories.

“Certainly he wasn’t the smartest dog, and often tried to run away when I took him on walks. But one day I came back from a school trip at my elementary school and found that he really had disappeared.”

“Why did you name him Tobiku?”

That was also a strange name in itself. Somehow it didn’t seem like a typical name for a dog.

“Umm…..well….ah! That’s it!” Shin.o.bu’s face lit up.

“I got the name from the dog in the book! I told you about the dog who was abandoned when he grew up right!? That dogs name was Tobiku.”

We finally got a name for one of the people—no, one of the animals that appeared in the story. It didn’t sound like an English name, so maybe the story took place somewhere other than America or England. Of course, there was also the possibility that the setting was entirely fictional.

Shioriko suddenly lowered her head and put her fist to her lips. She seemed to recall something.

“What is it?”

“Tobiku….I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before.”

“Eh? Really? You thought of something?” Shin.o.bu quickly came close.

Shioriko pulled back a little from Shin.o.bu’s close stare.

“N-no, it’s not that I remember anything but…”

“But…?” I urged her on.

“I tend to remember everything I read, so once I learn the name of a character, I also remember the t.i.tle of the book. I’m not having much luck this time.”

“And it’s not because you’re not feeling well this time is it?”

Previously, she was unable to remember information about a valuable book because of a high fever. However, Shioriko shook her head.

“I’m fine today…it’s just a little frustrating.”

It was finally the agreed upon meeting time, so the three of us walked to the entrance of the house. Shin.o.bu stood in front of the doorbell, but didn’t make any move to press it. Her apprehension at seeing her family again was clear.

“Do you want me to press it?”

She shook her head hard.

“No, it’s OK, I’m fine,” Shin.o.bu replied and took several deep breaths.

Just as she hardened her resolved and pulled her finger back to press the doorbell, the door opened all on its own, and an elderly man with a receding hairline appeared. His downward slanted eyes and round face resembled Shin.o.bu’s to a frightening degree.

“Welcome…” He whispered and looked away from us. It didn’t really sound like he was welcoming us. In fact, it felt like what he wanted most was to shut the door.

“Where’s mom?” Shin.o.bu asked.

“She’s in the bedroom upstairs…go on up.” He pulled back into the house before Shioriko and I could even introduce ourselves. By the time we stepped in, he could no longer be seen in the hallway.

“Was that your father?” Shioriko asked Shin.o.bu.

“Yep. He’s really quiet, unlike my mother. He hasn’t spoken directly to me in decades…but that’s how he’s always been. I guess our personalities are way too different.”

Shin.o.bu explained with a composed att.i.tude as she took off her shoes. She likely didn’t get along with her mother for an entirely different reason.

“Please, go up, go up…it’s really not my house anymore though.” Shin.o.bu grinned as she urged us on.

The bedroom on the second floor was apparently Shin.o.bu’s old room. I peered into the half open door and saw a pure white bed, drawer set, and desk arranged on the floor. They all had showy designs with lots of curves—not at all like a j.a.panese room. It looked like a hotel room from the way everything was set up.

A white haired woman who’d been sitting in the room stood and walked towards us. Her round face was the same as Shin.o.bu’s but the difference in their mouths widened the unbalance; her expression was sharp as if she were putting on a performance.

A mocking smile floated onto her face.

“What a surprise, you’re actually on time. How truly rare.”

Her voice was hoa.r.s.e, but she had a crisp, youthful way of speaking. It furthered my impression of her being a pushy, strong willed person.

“Are these the friends from the secondhand bookstore you talked about? They’re so young…well, I suppose that’s fine. You’ve always been childish like that.”

The woman spat out sarcastically. She had an even sharper tongue than I’d imagined. Shin.o.bu’s expression quickly stiffened.

“These two are from a well-established bookstore in Kita-Kamakura, Ms. Shinokawa and Mr. Goura”

“All the way from Kita-Kamakura?” Her exasperated voice echoed through the room as she looked at the ceiling in amazement.

“I’m sorry for the trouble my daughter is causing you…she really is stupid. I’m Kawabata Mizue, nice to meet you.”

After casually insulting her daughter, she had suddenly lowered her head. We scrambled to return the bow in a panic. Shioriko glanced around worriedly; she seemed to be frightened by Kawabata’s harsh choice of words.

“Right, about the book we talked about over the phone.” Shin.o.bu got the ball rolling with a sullen look on her face. She probably wanted to finish everything up before she ran out of patience.

“Ah, the book you read as a child you mean.” Kawabata Mizue pulled a large cardboard box from out of the white desk.

“There were some books among the things you left behind. It’s all useless junk though.” She let out a derisive snort.

I was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable. She seemed to have something bad to say about her daughter each and every time she opened her mouth.

“…Can we open it?” I asked Shin.o.bu, and she nodded wordlessly.

I looked through the contents and saw that there were indeed some books stuffed into the cardboard box. However, I only saw high school textbooks and old volumes of shoujo manga.

“You see how there aren’t any novels? This girl always hated reading. I would buy books for her sometimes, but she barely even looked at them.”

“Wh-what did you do with those books?” Shioriko, who had been silent until now, timidly asked. She clearly felt overwhelmed by Shin.o.bu’s mother.

“I remember throwing them out a really long time ago. They‘d been stored in the bas.e.m.e.nt even before this girl left home. Other things aside, I didn’t think she’d have any need for books. Maybe it was mixed in among those.”

I went through everything in the box one more time, just in case, as I listened to the conversation. As expected, there wasn’t a single children’s book inside. Just as I resigned myself and put the textbooks and manga back into the box, a single photograph slipped out from between volumes of Asari-chan and Hot Road manga. It looked like it had gotten stuck between the books by chance. I innocently picked it up and brought it closer to my face.

Pictured was a young girl in a sailor uniform standing next to a middle aged woman wearing a dark blue suit. The middle aged woman didn’t have white hair or wrinkles, but she looked otherwise identical to the Kawabata Mizue in front of my eyes.

The problem was the young girl. Her bleached hair was styled into a frizzy perm and she was scowling directly at the camera with her hands in the pockets of a skirt that almost hid her feet. She was the very picture of a delinquent girl. So it wasn’t just in manga and dramas, there really were people like that, huh.

Hm?

The makeup was different so I didn’t notice it at first, but now that I looked at her face more carefully, the girl really resembled Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu.

“W-wait, Goura, give that back.”

She hastily s.n.a.t.c.hed the photo away from me and stuffed it into the pocket of her coat.

“That was….not good…please pretend you didn’t see that, you two.” She smiled to hide her embarra.s.sment. It seemed like it was from a past she wanted to forget, but her mother had already latched onto the photo.

“That’s the commemorative photograph we took when you got into high school, isn’t it? This girl had been like that since middle school. She really is stupid.”

She turned to Shioriko and me and, as if bragging, brightly continued.

“She used to hang around by Yokohama station every night, you know. Oh, and one night when she was in her first year of high school, she was caught by the police buying beer from a vending machine.”

“An upper cla.s.sman asked me to buy it for them, I didn’t have a choice. I’ve told you that a million times already.”

“I’m saying that buying it just because you were told was in itself stupid. Either way, you still liked alcohol. Even when we were in Chinatown before, you got carried away and drank so much.”

“I stopped drinking a while ago. Weren’t you the one who ordered the bottle of Shaoxing wine in the first place?”

“Stopped drinking, you say? It hasn’t even been two months since then. I did it because you were in such a bad mood. Your husband was just sitting there sullenly and didn’t say a word the entire time. That was already creepy enough, but when he suddenly started talking…”

Suddenly, Shin.o.bu hit the wall with the palm of her hand. The shock that was enough to shake the room itself ran through the walls.

“It’s one thing to talk about me, but if you insult Masa like that, I’ll throw you out of the window!”

Even Kawabata Mizue was pressured into silence by her outburst.

“…Can you remember anything about the book that Shin.o.bu is searching for?” Shioriko murmured.

I looked at the side of her face. It may have just been my imagination, but her expression looked strained. Her countenance seemed clearly different from before.

“A dog named Tobiku appeared in the story, so this would have been a little before you started raising a dog in this house.”

“Ah, that stupid dog.” Kawabata Mizue spat out. “I knew that name Tobiku came from a book…I think the t.i.tle was hard to remember. Let’s see…what could it have been?”

A silence hung over the room. There was no heating in the room, and all of our breaths were coming out white. Shin.o.bu’s mother looked around the room as if to search for a clue, until at last she shook her head.

“Unfortunately, I just can’t remember.”

“Would your husband know by any chance?”

“I asked him earlier, but he said he didn’t know either. He was busy back then and barely spent any time at home. He probably wouldn’t have known what books a child was reading.”

“Is that so…” Shioriko sounded disappointed.

In the end, we weren’t able to find any clues even after coming all this way. Even Shioriko, who was so good at solving mysteries about books, was at a loss this time. There wasn’t anyone who knew the t.i.tle of the book at this point.

“I’m very sorry. It seems we won’t be able to find your book right away way despite our efforts…” Shioriko apologized and lowered her head. At that, Shin.o.bu lightly clapped both of her shoulders and grinned.

“That’s no good. Shop owner, you have no reason to apologize. I owe you a lot already and can patiently look for it with you. There’s still lots of time.”

“…either way, randomly trying to find a book you read decades ago was pointless to begin with.” Mizue continued with a self-satisfied expression.

“If it were really that important, you should have kept it with you. Stop dragging other people into these worthless matters. You’ve always been stupid like that.”

She put extra emphasis on the word stupid. The atmosphere in the room became even colder. I felt a gaze and turned around to look towards the door. Shin.o.bu’s father, who we met earlier, was silently standing in the hallway. He had a look of distress in his eyes, but didn’t intervene. I was the only one who noticed he was there.

“…I’m leaving. I have nothing else here.”

Sakaguchi Shin.o.bu sighed deeply and muttered. Her fists were tightly clenched, but she had yet to lose her cool. I closed the cardboard box and stood up. I really didn’t want to stay any longer either.

“Oh really? Well, say hi to your scary husband for me.”

A thick blood vessel popped up on Shin.o.bu’s temple. She furiously turned around like she was ready to breath fire, but—

“—Miss Kawabata!”

Unexpectedly, Shioriko was the one who raised her voice.

“It’s not worthless.”

“Excuse me?”

“The feeling of wanting to take back a book that was once lost is not in the least bit worthless. Please take that back.”

Even I could tell that Shioriko was now fed up with Mizue.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Shin.o.bu’s mother had a perplexed smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

I on the other hand understood Shioriko’s reaction. She also secretly had a book that she wanted to get back. A book that her mother had also once bought for her, Cra Cra Diary.

“Why is it that you still have the doghouse?” Shioriko pressed Mizue for an answer.

It was like a switch had been flipped in her personality, the way it always was when she solved mysteries. But this time, I didn’t know what she was going for. Why was she asking about the doghouse?

“You’re not using it anymore now that the dog is gone. Am I wrong?”

“That’s true…but what about it?”

“The dog hasn’t been around for many years, and yet that doghouse has been meticulously cared for. It’s because you want it to be ready for the day it comes back, isn’t it? Because you hope it will come back someday.

The smirk slowly faded from Kawabata Mizuo’s face. She scowled as if something ached.

“I wouldn’t say it’s because I want the dog to come back…It’s just that I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. Everyone has things like that right?”

“Is the doghouse the only thing you haven’t thrown away?”

The expression from her face vanished. For a fleeting moment, she glanced at her daughter.

“…All of you please leave. Right away.” She said that squeezing out a raspy voice.Part 5

Shioriko and I returned to the shop after dropping Shin.o.bu off at Zushi station. It was almost evening, but I went over to the main house after parking the car as instructed. Shioriko said she had something she wanted to discuss.

I could hear the sound of a railroad warning signal in the distance.

The two of us sat across from each other at a short round table in the Shinokawa house living room. It was a traditional j.a.panese style room with a tokonoma and deck, and the large flat screen TV and DVD player they bought last year somehow looked out of place.

I didn’t feel as much tension when I went into the main house nowadays. I used to try my best to avoid coming in, but I’d stopped feeling that way just recently. The Shinokawa sisters invited me for afternoon tea and dinner more often now.

“…I didn’t mean to say it like that.” Shioriko sounded despondent. She had been reflecting on her own words ever since Shin.o.bu’s mother expelled us from her house.

“I ended up adding oil to the fire despite Masashi’s request…”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong. It was inevitable that something would happen when those two met.”

Ultimately the search for the book had ended in failure, but Shin.o.bu was oddly calm on the drive back home. She barely made any complaints about her mother.

“You were talking about the room we were in, weren’t you?”

The furniture in Shin.o.bu’s room has also been maintained, just like the dog house. Even the “worthless things” her mother talked about before were still in the house. She did throw some of her daughter’s books away, but those were in storage before Shin.o.bu had even left.

I didn’t think it was so much that she wanted Shin.o.bu to come back home as much as it was reluctance to throw away all of her belongings. In the

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