Leaving Madeleine - Part 10
"Do you like Murakami?" Kiyoko asked, seeing me with the book. "One of the few contemporary authors I read. Always wondered what he's like in Japanese." "Probably same." "Probably, " I said. " 'Language is dead' they say, but I think that's only an excuse for bad writing. She brought the tea. "I don't understand." "Nevermind. Not important." I sipped the tea. It burned my lips and tongue. I quickly pulled the cup away from my mouth. "Careful, it's very hot!" "Yeah," I laughed and so did she. "Let it cool down a little. I put the cup down on the table. "So where are these clothes?" "Hm! Follow!" Kiyoko sprouted into action like someone shot off a starter pistol and led me to one of the many racks of clothes. She slid some pieces aside and pulled out a light grey suit, presenting it to me like a newborn baby. She located a generic, white Calvin Klein dress...