Kikuya smiled. She wished they were in his dwelling right now and not in the office. The urge to bathe him, feed him, read to him and then, in a very un-geisha manner, curl up in his arms as they discussed whatever subject they had been reading. It was her idea of bliss.
"I have also procured documentary motion pictures, explaining much of Japan's history since your time as well as major global events." She would have to explain Hiroshima to him. And Nagasaki. There was no way she would be able to do so without crying and relieving her own grief.
"You are fortunate that I have lived nearly eighty years and can speak to some things firsthand."
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