Feb 27, 2016
Konatsu looks at him over her shoulder as he comes into the living room. ‘What are you looking at?’ Sukeroku’s records are in a pile beside her, and Bon sits down at the low table. She watches him warily.
‘I’d like to stay with you forever,’ he had said, years ago. ‘Listening to your rakugo.’ Crowded into a modern shophouse, with the live band playing downstairs, he had told Shin the truth about himself and his intentions.
‘Where did you get those records?’ Konatsu shrugs. Her eyes turn down at the outer corners, like Shin’s, and Bon misses him deeply.
