South Of The Border, West Of The Sun Part 7

Without moving her eyes, she nodded.

I pushed her seat back, opened her mouth, and placed one capsule inside. But her mouth was bone dry, and nothing would go down. I searched madly for a vending machine, but there was none. And we didn't have time to go looking. The only source of water around was the snow. Thank G.o.d there was enough of that. I leaped out of the car, scooped up some clean snow under the eaves of the building, and put it in s.h.i.+mamoto's wool cap. Bit by bit I placed the snow in my mouth and melted it. It took a while to melt enough, and the tip of my tongue turned numb. I opened her mouth and let the water flow from mine into hers. Then I held her nose closed and forced her to swallow. She choked a little, but after I did this a couple of times, she was at last able to swallow the capsule.

I looked at the packet. Nothing was written on it not the name of the medicine, her name, directions. Strange, I thought considering that such information is usually provided so you won't take a medicine by mistake, or so others will know what to do. I replaced the packet inside her bag and watched her for a while. I had no idea what kind of medicine it was, or what her symptoms were, but since apparently she carried the medicine around all the time, it must work. For her, at least this was not a totally unexpected attack.

Ten minutes later, some color began to return to her cheeks. I gently put my cheek to hers; warmth was flowing back. I sighed in relief and had her sit back in her seat. She wasn't going to die, after all. I put my arms around her shoulders and rubbed my cheek against hers. Slowly, ever so slowly, she was returning to the land of the living.

"Hajime," she whispered in a dry voice.

"Shouldn't we go to a hospital? Maybe we should find the nearest emergency room," I asked.

"No, we don't need to," she replied. "I'm fine. If I take my medicine, I'm okay. I'll be back to normal in a few minutes. What we should worry about is whether we're going to make that plane."

"Don't worry about that, for G.o.d's sake. We'll stay here until you feel better."

I wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. She took the handkerchief in her hand and looked at it. "Are you always this kind to everybody?"

"Not to everybody," I said. "To you I am. I can't be kind to everyone. There are limits to my kindness; even to how kind I can be to you. I wish there weren't; then I could do so much more for you. But I can't."

She turned to look at me.

"Hajime, I didn't do this just so we'd miss the plane," she said in a small voice.

Startled, I gazed at her. "Of course you didn't! You don't need to say that. You were feeling sick. It can't be helped."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But I've ruined your plans."

I stroked her hair, leaned over and kissed her cheek. I was dying to hold her whole body close to me and feel its warmth. But I couldn't. All I could do was kiss her cheek. It was warm, soft, and wet. "There's nothing for you to worry about," I said. "Everything will work out fine."

By the time we reached the airport and returned the car, it was way past boarding time. Fortunately, though, our plane was delayed. It was still on the runway; the pa.s.sengers were waiting in the terminal. We both breathed a sigh of relief. They're servicing the engine, the person at the counter told us. We don't know how long it will take, he said; we don't have any more information. It had started to snow when we reached the airport; now it was really coming down. With all the snow, the flight might very well be canceled.

"What'll you do if you can't get back to Tokyo today?" s.h.i.+mamoto asked me.

"Not to worry. The plane will take off," I said. Not that I had any proof. The idea that it might very well not take off had me depressed. I'd have to come up with a great excuse. Why the heck was I all the way over in Is.h.i.+kawa? Enough, I said to myself; let's cross that bridge when we come to it. What I had to worry about now was s.h.i.+mamoto.

"What about you?" I asked. "What'll you do if we can't get back to Tokyo today?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine," she said. "The problem is you. You'll be in hot water."

"Maybe. But never fear-they haven't said the flight's canceled yet."

"I knew something like this would happen," she said as if to herself. "Whenever I'm around, nothing good ever happens. You can count on it. If I'm involved, then things go bad. Things are going smoothly, then I step in and wham! wham! they fall apart." they fall apart."

I sat on the bench in the airport lounge, thinking about the telephone call I'd have to make to Yukiko if the flight was indeed canceled. I mulled over possible excuses, but everything I came up with sounded lame. I'd gone out saying I was spending Sunday with the guys from the swimming club, then ended up being snowed in in Is.h.i.+kawa. No way I could explain that. "When I left the house I was suddenly overcome by this strong desire to visit the j.a.pan Sea, so I went to Haneda Airport," I could tell her. Give me a break. If that's the best I could manage, I might as well clam up. Or better yet maybe I could try the truth. Before long, I realized with a start that I was actually hoping we would be snowed in and the flight canceled. Subconsciously, I was hoping my wife would find out about my coming here with s.h.i.+mamoto. I wanted to put an end to excuses, to lies. More than anything, I wanted to remain right where I was, with s.h.i.+mamoto beside me, and let things take their course.

The airplane finally took off, an hour and a half late. Inside the cabin, s.h.i.+mamoto leaned against me and slept. Maybe she just had her eyes closed. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close. Sometimes it seemed she was crying. She was silent the whole time; the first words we spoke were just before the plane landed.

"s.h.i.+mamoto-san, are you sure you're all right?"

Nestled next to me, she nodded. "I'm fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don't worry." She leaned her head back against my shoulder. "But don't ask me anything, okay? Why that happened."

"Understood. No questions," I said.

"Thank you very much for today," she said.

"What part of today?"

"For taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me."

I looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I'd touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn't think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her. But somehow I held myself in check. I had to stop right where I was. One more step, and there would be no turning back.

I called home from Haneda Airport. It was already half-past eight. Sorry I'm so late, I told my wife. I couldn't get in touch with you. I'll be back in an hour.

"I waited for a long time. I went ahead and ate dinner. I made stew," she said.

I gave s.h.i.+mamoto a ride in my BMW, which I'd parked at the airport. "Where should I take you?" I asked.

"You can let me off in Aoyama. I can get back from there by myself," she said.

"Will you be all right?"

She smiled broadly and nodded.

We rode in silence till I got off the highway at Gaien. I'd put a tape of a Handel organ concerto on, real low. s.h.i.+mamoto held both hands neatly in her lap and looked out the window. It was Sunday evening, and the cars around us were filled with families returning from a day out. I s.h.i.+fted gears briskly.

"Hajime," s.h.i.+mamoto said as we approached Aoyama Boulevard. "I was thinking back then how nice it would be if the plane didn't take off."

I was thinking exactly the same thing, I wanted to tell her. But I said nothing. My mouth was dry, and words couldn't come. I merely nodded and reached out for her hand. At the corner of Aoyama 1-chome, she told me to stop the car, and I let her out.

"May I come to see you again?" she asked me softly as she opened the door. "You can still stand being around me?"

"I'll be waiting," I said.

s.h.i.+mamoto nodded.

As I drove away, I thought this: If I never see her again, I will go insane. Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

11.

Four days after s.h.i.+mamoto and I returned from Is.h.i.+kawa, I got an unexpected call from my father-in-law. He said he had a favor to ask and invited me to lunch the next day. I agreed, frankly surprised. Usually his busy schedule allowed only for business lunches.

Six months before, his company had moved from Yoyogi to a new seven-story building in Yotsuya. His offices occupied the top two floors, and he rented out the lower five to other companies, restaurants, and shops. It was the first time I'd been there. Everything glittered, brand spanking new. The lobby had a marble floor, a cathedral ceiling, flowers piled high in a huge ceramic vase. When I got off the elevator at the sixth floor, I was met by a young receptionist with hair so gorgeous she looked like she belonged in a shampoo commercial. She called my father-in-law to tell him I had arrived. Her phone was this dark-gray high-tech number that reminded me of a spatula with a calculator attached. She beamed at me and said, "Please go on in. The president is expecting you." A gorgeous smile, though not in the same cla.s.s as s.h.i.+mamoto's.

The presidential office was on the top floor, and a large picture window gave a view of the city. Not the most heartwarming scene, but the room was bright and s.p.a.cious. An impressionist painting hung on the wall. A picture of a lighthouse and a boat. Looked like a Seurat, very possibly an original.

"Business is booming, I take it?" I said.

"It's not bad," he replied. He walked to the window and pointed outside. "Not bad at all. And it's going to get even better. This is the time to make some money. For people in my line of work, a chance like this doesn't come along but once every twenty or thirty years. If you don't make money now, you never will. Do you know why?"

"I have no idea. The construction business isn't exactly my field."

"Look out at Tokyo here. See all the empty lots around? Like a mouth full of missing teeth. If you look down from above like this, there it is for all the world to see, but walk around town at ground level and you'll miss it. There used to be old houses and buildings on those lots, but they've been torn down. The price of land has shot up so much old buildings aren't profitable anymore. You can't charge high rent, and it's hard to find tenants. That's why they need newer, bigger buildings. And private homes in the city-well, people can't afford their property taxes or inheritance taxes. So they sell out and move to the suburbs. And professional real estate developers buy up the old houses, put 'em to the wrecking ball, and construct brand-new, more functional buildings. So before long all those empty lots will have new buildings on them. In a couple of years you won't recognize Tokyo. There's no shortage of capital. The j.a.panese economy's booming, stocks are up. And banks are bursting at the seams with cash. If you have land as collateral, the banks'll lend you as much as you possibly could want. That's why all these buildings are going up one after another. And guess who builds them? Guys like me."

"I see," I said. "But if all those buildings are built, what will happen to Tokyo?"

"What will happen? Well, it'll get more lively, more beautiful, more functional. Cities reflect the way the economy's going, after all."

"That's all well and good, but Tokyo's already choked with cars. Any more skysc.r.a.pers, and the roads will turn into one huge parking lot. And how's the water supply going to keep up if there's a dry spell? In the summer, when people all have their air conditioners on, they won't be able to keep up with the demand for electricity. The power plants are run by fuel from the Middle East right? What happens if there's another oil crisis? Then what?"

"Let the government figure that out. That's what we're paying high taxes for, right? Let all those Tokyo University grads rack their brains. They're always running around with their snooty noses in the air-like they're the ones who really run the country. Let them put their pointy heads to work for a change. I don't have the answer. I'm a simple builder. Orders for buildings come in, and I build 'em. That's what you call market forces, am I right?"

I said nothing. I hadn't come all the way here to debate the j.a.panese economy.

"Anyhow," he said, "let's drop all this complicated stuff and go grab a bite. I'm starving."

Getting in his huge black Mercedes, we drove to his favorite grilled-eel restaurant, in Akasaka. We were shown to a private room in the back, where we settled in for a meal. It was the middle of the day, so I only sipped a bit of the sake, but my father-in-law threw back one cup after another.

"You said you had something you wanted to talk about?" I asked. If it was bad news, I'd rather get it out of the way first.

"I have a favor to ask," he said. "Nothing really big. I just need to use your name for something."

"My name?"

"I'm starting a new company, and I need to use somebody else's name as the founder. You don't need any special qualifications. Just your name. I promise it won't cause you any trouble, and I'll make it worth your while."

"Don't worry about that," I said. "If it will help you, you can use my name as many times as you want. But what kind of company are you talking about? If my name's going to be listed as the founder, I might as well know that much."

"Well, to tell you the truth, it's not an actual company," my father-in-law answered. "It's a company in name only, I should say. It doesn't really exist."

"A fake company, in other words. A dummy company."

"Guess you could say that."

"What's the point? Is it a tax dodge?"

"Hmm ... not exactly," he said reluctantly.

"Bribes?" I ventured.

"Sort of," he said. "I'll be the first to admit this isn't the greatest thing in the world to be involved in. But in my line of work you have to."

"Well, what if some problem develops?"

"There's nothing illegal about forming a company."

"I'm talking about what that company does."

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match. And exhaled smoke into the air above him.

"There won't be any problems. Even if there were, anybody with half a brain could see that you just lent your name to it. Your wife's father asked you to let him use your name, and you did. No one's going to hold you responsible."

I didn't say anything for a while. "Where are all these bribes going to end up?"

"You're better off not knowing."

"Tell me more about these so-called market forces," I said. "Is it going to end up in some politician's pocket?"

"A little," he said.

"Bureaucrats'?"

My father-in-law stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "That would be graft, wouldn't it. They'd arrest me."

"But everybody in your business does it, right?"

"I suppose," he said. And he made a pained face. "But not to the point where they're arrested."

"What about the yakuza? They're pretty helpful when it comes to buying up land, aren't they?"

"I've never gotten along with them. Anyhow, I'm not trying to corner the market. It's lucrative, but I don't do it. As I said, I'm just a simple builder."

I sighed deeply.

"I knew you wouldn't like this," he said.

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not, since you've already included me in the equation and gone ahead, right? On the a.s.sumption that I'd agree."

"I'm afraid you're right." He laughed weakly.

I sighed again. "Dad, to tell you the truth, I don't like this kind of thing. I don't mean because it's illegal or anything. But I'm just an ordinary guy, living an ordinary life. And I'd rather not get involved in backroom deals."

"I'm well aware of that," he said. "So leave it all to me. I won't leave you hanging out to dry. If I did, then Yukiko and the children would be involved too. And I'm not about to have that happen. You know how much my daughter and grandchildren mean to me."

I nodded. I couldn't very well refuse his request. It depressed me. Little by little, I would get snared by the world out there. This was the first step; first I say yes to this, then later on it'll be something else.

We ate some more. I drank tea, while my father-in-law put away the sake at an even faster clip.

"How old are you now?" he suddenly asked.