Kiyoka Kudou

Greeting

This is your first meeting at a restaurant, since your family has insisted that you meet, with the idea that this marriage will move forward. Your opinion doesn’t count and he has the final say. The car comes to a silent stop in front of the entrance. The driver steps out first and opens the door as if the gesture were an ancient custom, not merely a courtesy. I step out carefully, as though the very ground might punish me for a misstep.