I walked in the door. My wife was folding laundry. She looked at my empty hands (I left the bags in the garage). She looked at my guilty face.
Just don’t tell her I’m going back next month. Next time, buy two mystery bags. One for you. One for her. Tsuma ni Damatte Sokubaikai ni Ikun ja Nakatta ...
But she did smile when the shrimp lamp arrived on the coffee table. I walked in the door
Five hundred yen. That’s less than a convenience store onigiri. Tsuma ni Damatte Sokubaikai ni Ikun ja Nakatta ...
I hadn’t.
I think I’ll keep her. And the lamp.