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that is. If I were a shadow, I know I wouldn't like to be half of what I should<br />
be."<br />
"I understand," Nakata said. "You may well be right. Nakata's never thought<br />
about it. I'll think about it more after I get home."<br />
"An excellent idea."<br />
The two of them were silent for a while. Nakata quietly stood up, carefully<br />
brushing away stray bits of grass from his trousers, and put on his threadbare<br />
hat. He adjusted it a few times, until he got the angle just right. He shouldered<br />
his canvas bag and said, "Thank you very kindly. Nakata really values your<br />
opinions, Mr. Otsuka. I hope you stay happy and well."<br />
"You too."<br />
After Nakata left, Otsuka lay down again in the grass and closed his eyes.<br />
There was still some time before the clouds would <strong>com</strong>e and the rain would start.<br />
His mind a blank, he fell asleep for a short nap.<br />
Chapter 7<br />
At seven-fifteen I eat breakfast in the restaurant next to the lobby--toast, hot<br />
milk, ham and eggs. But this <strong>free</strong> hotel breakfast doesn't <strong>com</strong>e close to filling me<br />
up. The food's all gone before I realize it, and I'm still hungry. I look around,<br />
and seconds on toast don't seem likely to materialize. I let out a big sigh.<br />
"Well, what are you gonna do?" the boy named Crow says.<br />
He's sitting right across from me.<br />
"You're not back home anymore, where you can stuff yourself with whatever<br />
you like," he says. "I mean, you've run away from home, right? Get that through<br />
your head. You're used to getting up early and eating a huge breakfast, but those<br />
days are long gone, my friend. You'll have to scrape by on what they give you. You<br />
know what they say about how the size of your stomach can adjust to the amount of<br />
food you eat? Well, you're about to see if that's really true. Your stomach's<br />
gonna get smaller, though that'll take some time. Think you can handle it?"<br />
"Yeah, I can handle it," I reply.<br />
"Good," Crow tells me. "You're supposed to be the toughest fifteen-year-old<br />
on the planet, remember?"<br />
I give him a nod.<br />
"Well, then, how about you stop staring at your empty plate and get a move<br />
on?"<br />
Following this advice, I stand up and go to the front desk to negotiate over<br />
the price of my room. I explain I'm a student at a private high school in Tokyo<br />
and have <strong>com</strong>e here to write my graduation paper. (Which isn't a total lie, since<br />
the high school affiliated with my school has this kind of setup.) I add that I'm<br />
collecting materials for the paper at the Komura Memorial Library. There's much<br />
more to research than I'd imagined, so I'll have to stay at least a week in<br />
Takamatsu. But since I'm on a budget, would the discounted room rate be possible<br />
not just for three days, but for the whole time I'm here? I offer to pay each day<br />
in advance, and promise not to cause any trouble.<br />
I stand there in front of the girl in charge, trying to do my best imitation<br />
of a nice, well-brought-up young man who's in a tight spot. No dyed hair for me,<br />
no piercings. I have on a clean white Ralph Lauren polo shirt, chinos, and a pair<br />
of brand-new Topsiders. My teeth are gleaming and I smell like soap and shampoo. I<br />
know how to speak politely. When I feel like it, I'm pretty good at impressing<br />
people older than me.<br />
The girl listens silently, nodding, her lips slightly twisted up. She's<br />
petite, and wearing a green uniform blazer over a white blouse. She looks a little<br />
sleepy, but goes about her morning duties briskly. She's about the same age as my<br />
sister.<br />
"I understand," she says, "but I have to clear it with the manager. We