Chapter Two—Trade Secrets
A-ra, I think, struggling to turn off the hot water shower faucet. My uncle. The last person in the whole wide world that I want to talk to.
Risa’s holding out her cell phone from the open crack of the bathroom door. Her white arms are as thin as broomsticks.
I pull a towel from a shelf and wrap it around my body. I am usually not shy around Risa, especially since we’ve seen each other naked dozens of times in public baths in small towns around Hiroshima and in the onsen during some hot spring trips in Kyushu. But …