soon as we walked in, Hatsumomo turned on her charm. It was the first time Iâd ever seen her do it. She said to him, âAwaji-san!â But the way she spoke, I wouldnât have been surprised if she had run out of breath in the middle, because it sounded like this:
âAwaaa-jii-saaaannnnnnnn!â
It was as if she were scolding him. He put down his pen when he heard her voice, and his two big cheeks shifted up toward his ears, which was his way of smiling.
âMmm . . . Hatsumomo-san,â he said, âif you get any prettier, I donât know what Iâm going to do!â
It sounded like a loud whisper when he spoke, because sumo wrestlers often ruin their voice boxes, smashing into one anotherâs throats the way they do.
He may have been the size of a hippopotamus, but Awajiumi was a very elegant dresser. He wore a pin-striped kimono and kimono trousers. His job was to make certain that all the money passing through Gion flowed where it was supposed to; and a trickle from that river of cash flowed directly into his pocket. That isnât to say that he was stealing; it was just the way the system worked. Considering that Awajiumi had such an important job, it was to every geishaâs advantage to keep him happy, which was why he had a reputation for spending as much time out of his elegant clothes as in them.
She and Awajiumi talked for a long time, and finally Hatsumomo told him sheâd come to register me for lessons at the school. Awajiumi hadnât really looked at me yet, but here he turned his giant head. After a moment he got up to slide open one of the paper screens over the window for more light.
âWhy, I thought my eyes had fooled me,â he said. âYou should have told me sooner what a pretty girl you brought with you. Her eyes . . . theyâre the color of a mirror!â
âA mirror?â Hatsumomo said. âA mirror has no color, Awaji-san.â
âOf course it does. Itâs a sparkly gray. When you look at a mirror, all you see is yourself, but I know a pretty color when I find it.â
âDo you? Well, it isnât so pretty to me. I once saw a dead man fished out of the river, and his tongue was just the same color as her eyes.â
âMaybe youâre just too pretty yourself to be able to see it elsewhere,â Awajiumi said, opening an account book and picking up his pen. âAnyway, letâs register the girl. Now . . . Chiyo, is it? Tell me your full name, Chiyo, and your place of birth.â
The moment I heard these words, I had an image in my mind of Satsu staring up at Awajiumi, full of confusion and fear. She must have been in this same room at some time or other; if I had to register, surely sheâd had to register too.
âSakamoto is my last name,â I said. âI was born in the town of Yoroido. You may have heard of it, sir, because of my older sister, Satsu?â
I thought Hatsumomo would be furious with me; but to my surprise she seemed almost pleased about the question Iâd asked.
âIf sheâs older than you, sheâd have registered already,â Awajiumi said. âBut I havenât come across her. I donât think sheâs in Gion at all.â
Now Hatsumomoâs smile made sense to me; sheâd known in advance what Awajiumi would say. If Iâd felt any doubts whether she really had spoken to my sister as she claimed, I felt them no longer. There were other geisha districts in Kyoto, though I didnât know much about them. Satsu was somewhere in one of them, and I was determined to find her.
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