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Doorways I Haven't Opened Windows I have yet to look through "Why are you here?" Kago-san poured the tea. No ceremony today, just answers. "There are doors I haven't opened, and windows I have yet to look through." Mrs. W.W.Walker turned at looked at the garden. "It's peaceful here. Too peaceful. I want to know what Hoan is up to." "I'd worry more about Li-Chen." Kago-san sipped. "Hoan is devious and powerful. We both know that much. She seems to know everything. There are no secrets kept from her." He paused and poured more tea. "Li-Chen are quiet. I suspect even Hoan isn't entirely sure what they are up to." "I have visited the Mountains of the Mist." "Yes." Mrs. W.W.Walker raised an eyebrow to that. "There are few secrets my lady." "My lady!" Now Mrs. W.W.Walker guffawed like a sailor. "But you act like one. Stiff as a pole. Black from head to toe. Metal spikes that say "look at me but don't touch". "You'd die if you tried." Kago-san stifled a laugh. "A scion of nobility and the British Navy, perchance?" "That's my husband." Kago-san spilled a drop. "I was born bossy and nosy. No doubt about that. But the British have spies enough. I care more about opportunities" "Like tea." "Yes, like tea. I could make my own money. I'd like that. But..." Kago-san looked at her finery. Good cut. Fine silk. Black-on-black that tricked the eye up close. "But?" "There's more going on here. There's only one tragedy I can't abide." When Mrs. W.W.Walker did not reply Kago-san cocked his head and gave a look he had learned that begged to ask "what". "Being bored." "You must be happy then." "Very." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.168] (27.juni.2021) approx. 275 words. For:
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