“I don’t mind waiting, but all these guys are staring at my legs.”
“Can you give me fifteen minutes? I’ll wash my face and shave.” Every guy passing through on his way to breakfast slowed down to stare at her long, slim legs. Somebody pounded on my door and yelled, “Hey, Watanabe, it’s a woman!” I went down to the lobby to find Midori wearing an incredibly short jeans skirt and sitting there with her legs crossed, yawning. I had just awakened and hadn’t washed my face yet. MIDORI CAME TO PICK ME UP at nine-thirty on Sunday morning. “And that’s the main thing you want to do now?”
