It was sinking as was his. The water between the two boats was covered in floating marijuana. The rain had melted the bags, leaving clumps of his prec...ous ganja floating. Had Samuel Idi betrayed him? Was he trying to keep both the money and the pot? Jesus, there was money in the water too, but the rain had ripped it to shreds. "Idi, what is going on?"Samuel Idi was climbing up the side of his boat as it sank. He was nude, the rain had shredded his clothes like it had all of them. "I don't. When word got out that Matsuni had had a child from a U.S. serviceman, she was shamed and ostracized by the others in her village. This was compounded by the fact it was a female child - female children were less desirable than male children because they couldn't carry on the family name. Matsuni did the best she could - she did laundry, she worked the rice fields, she gathered firewood to sell, whatever it took to earn a few yen (a few cents) to buy something for her and her daughter to eat.. .. resided in London ... England ... not London, Ontario, Canada. Mail ... regular mail ... mail with a 2 cent stamp ... went by boat. AirMail was far too expensive. By boat usually meant a Liner like the Queen Mary but sometimes it meant steamship ... as in tramp freighter. Tramp freighters have no set schedule ... they are opportunists ... they go where the freight is.Mail by Liner was five days ... steamship might be five weeks ... and that's after getting to New York or Boston by rail.A day. ’ I couldn’t help myself. All of a sudden I was sobbing hysterically into his shoulder, arms wrapped tight around him, as if to let him go would be to let go of my fragile life, as he tried to hold me, stroking my hair and whispering ‘shhhhhhhhhh’ into my ear. Slowly I came to my senses, and, haltingly, told him the tale of Tim and myself, culminating in the accident so fresh in my mind. There were tears in his eyes too as I finished, and he held me tighter against him. Swallowing hard, I tried.