She occupied herself by studying the bolts of silk and cotton displayed along the walls and on large tables as a man and woman scurried from the back of the shop to offer Kae assistance. What was she going to do when she met his father? Why did he want to meet her anyway? A deep red silk caught her eye and Emmi wandered over to it, reaching out to smooth her index finger along the edge of the bolt. It felt so thick and rich, so different from the filmy designer silk blouses her mother liked to wear. “Emiko.” Emmi breathed a dispirited sigh and went to Kae’s side. She smiled at the older couple and wished they wouldn’t lower their gazes or bow so deeply for her. She was no one special. Well, she did have famous ancestors, but still, she was just plain old Emmi from L.A., and her family was no more important in America than the majority of the population. Kae placed his hand on the small of her back and gave her a nudge forward. “Emiko, Muroku-san will help you choose the proper fabrics for your kimono while her husband and I discuss the particulars in the back.”
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