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Did it? "I don't know. But if I get married someday I don't think I'll have<br />
any kids. I wouldn't have any idea how to get along with them if I did."<br />
"My situation wasn't as <strong>com</strong>plicated as yours," she says, "but I didn't get<br />
along with my folks for a long time, and I got mixed up in a lot of stupid things<br />
because of it. So I know how you feel. But it's not a good idea to make decisions<br />
so soon. There's no such thing as absolutes."<br />
She stands in front of the kitchen stove and sips her Nescaf , steam rising<br />
from the large cup. The cup has a drawing of the Moomin cartoon characters on it.<br />
She doesn't say anything, and neither do I.<br />
"Do you have anybody, relatives or someone, who can help?" she asks after a<br />
while.<br />
"No," I say. "My father's parents died a long time ago, and he doesn't have<br />
any brothers, sisters, uncles, or aunts. Not a one. Not that I can prove this. But<br />
I do know he never had anything to do with any relatives. And I never heard<br />
anything about relatives on my mother's side. I mean, I don't even know my<br />
mother's name--so how was I supposed to know about her relatives?"<br />
"Your father sounds like an alien from outer space or something," Sakura<br />
says. "Like he came from some far-off planet, took on human form, kidnapped an<br />
Earth woman, and then had you. Just so he could have more descendants. Your mother<br />
found out, got frightened, and ran away. Like in some film noir science-fiction<br />
flick."<br />
I have no idea what to say.<br />
"All joking aside," she says, and smiles broadly to show that she means it,<br />
"my point is, in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you."<br />
"I guess so."<br />
She stands there leaning against the sink, drinking her coffee.<br />
"I have to get some sleep," she says, as if suddenly remembering. It's past<br />
three. "I have to get up at seven-thirty so I won't get much, but a little's<br />
better than none. I hate going to work on no sleep at all. So what're you going to<br />
do?"<br />
"I have my sleeping bag with me," I tell her, "so if it's no bother I'll<br />
just sack out in a corner." I take my tightly rolled-up sleeping bag out of my<br />
backpack, spread it out, and fluff it up.<br />
She watches, impressed. "A regular Boy Scout," she says.<br />
After she turns out the light and gets in bed, I climb into my sleeping bag,<br />
shut my eyes, and try to go to sleep. But I can't stop picturing that bloody white<br />
T-shirt. I still feel that burning sensation in my palm. I open my eyes and stare<br />
at the ceiling. A floor creaks somewhere. Somebody turns on a faucet. And again I<br />
hear an ambulance in the night, far off but echoing sharply in the darkness.<br />
"Can't fall asleep?" she whispers in the dark.<br />
"No," I say.<br />
"Me neither. Shouldn't have had that coffee. That was dumb." She switches on<br />
her bedside light, checks the time, then turns the light off. "Don't get me<br />
wrong," she says, "but if you'd like to <strong>com</strong>e over here you can. I can't get to<br />
sleep either."<br />
I slip out of my sleeping bag and climb in bed with her. I'm wearing boxers<br />
and the T-shirt. She has on a pair of light pink pajamas.<br />
"I have a steady boyfriend in Tokyo," she tells me. "He's not much to brag<br />
about, but he's my guy. So I don't have sex with anybody else. I might not look<br />
like it, but when it <strong>com</strong>es to sex I'm pretty straightlaced. Call me old-fashioned.<br />
I wasn't always that way--I used to be pretty wild--but I don't fool around<br />
anymore. So don't get any ideas, okay? Just think of us as brother and sister. You<br />
understand?"<br />
"Gotcha," I tell her.<br />
She puts her arms around me, hugs me close, and rests her cheek on my<br />
forehead. "You poor thing," she says.<br />
I don't need to tell you that I get a hard-on right away. Big time. And it<br />
couldn't help rubbing up against her thigh.