11. Blame it on the Fug...
Ryu laughed awkwardly and answered in less than perfect English. “No, Elin,” (he could never seem to say “Erin”). “It is only poisonous if it is prepared incorrectly. Yamada-san knows exactly what to do with this fish. Honto.” All right. I believed him. I nodded and put my hand on his...
11. Blame it on the Fug...
Those who eat fugu soup are stupid. But those who don’t eat fugu soup are also stupid. — old Japanese proverb Ryu was back and I, stupidly, was excited. He’d been gone for a little less than a week, but to me it seemed like forever. Tokyo is a bizarrely beautiful city where every step...
10. Girl Crazy (4)
The yakuza narrowed his eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said. First, there was silence. Then, Ryu watched the mercurial Clément change once again. “Look,” he spat, his thin gray face becoming rock hard, like something carved out of stone. “Look, I’m tired. You dragged me back here...
10. Girl Crazy (3)
The three old men nodded, began talking amongst themselves. Clément sauntered toward Ryu, took a stand at his side. “I’ve won this round. You’re mine, now,” he whispered and put his right arm, the one with the fingerless hand, around the yakuza’s shoulders; the other arm hung limp at his...
10. Girl Crazy (2)
“He is a devil and he wants our souls,” warned the second old man. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” scoffed Clément. “Can we put aside these absurd suppositions? What I want is for the drop to commence as planned. I want Ryu, here, to handle it. He will be working with me.” “Perhaps you two...