she'd vowed to continue with the Japanese to remember her mother in some graspable way during one of the early days, in something that wasn't shame. She bought the books and they are stacked on her desk and every now and then she thumbs through them, but what remains in her head whenever Jack comes by and asks her to say something in Japanese, a smile, a pointed look at the opened book, it's flower and doll and sunshine.
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she'd vowed to continue with the Japanese to remember her mother in some graspable way during one of the early days, in something that wasn't shame. She bought the books and they are stacked on her desk and every now and then she thumbs through them, but what remains in her head whenever Jack comes by and asks her to say something in Japanese, a smile, a pointed look at the opened book, it's flower and doll and sunshine.
This is my fave bit, but really, really great.