I think you would like Japan, but I do not think you would be happy there. I like America, but I am not sure I would be happy living here, even as you... wife.”“I was worried we might not be able to be friends,” I said.Kimiko laughed softly, “You are thinking like an American! We were not ‘going steady’, as you call it. I am still happy to be a part of your life, Maikeru-san, and to be your friend.”“I’m very happy about that. And I hope we can keep in touch, even after you go home.”“I would like. Mr Syme, our teacher had arrived and launched into the days lecture. Now Mr Syme was a perfect example of someone who should never be a teacher. I had no doubt that he had a first class mind but he had the social skills of tiger with a tooth ache. To him every student was a pain in the arse and we were all treated with the same level of caustic contempt. He was a weasel faced man with thin grey hair who wore the same tweed suit every day and spoke with a whining voice. No sooner had he started. "The doctors said total bed rest for at least another month and after that, school only — no PhysEd."I sighed deeply. "How am I supposed to work if I'm in bed? I still have to pay my rent, damn it!" Not, well, see, you missed the first so on the tenth, the landlord rented your apartment to someone else." WHAT!" I got all your stuff. All of it. I got home before he started to clean it out and took everything up to my place. Hey are you ok?"My head was swimming again. No job, no apartment, no. How are you doing?"It was easy to hear the smile in Sonja's voice, "I'm done, just waiting for the pickup truck limo to get here. Do you want to get on the road tonight? Or... ?" Or what? I'm for getting the heck out of here. I'll call the apartment manager and he'll check me out real quick. I should be there by five."Son of a gun, the furniture rental guys showed up at two. As soon as he came into the apartment, the guy said, "If you're not ready, we can't pick up until Monday."I smiled and.