Bamboo and blood

Chapter Four

"This is crazy, I said when I could slip out of her arms and talk again. "Your father will kill us."

"No, he loves me. Anyway, he's busy downstairs."

"Downstairs! You told me he would be away for a couple of days."

"He was going to be, but he got a rush request, so he came back. He's been working all night in the kitchen."

"Any minute he could come up and kill one of us. And something tells me it won't be you."

"Perhaps. But look at me. Look closely." She made sure that even in the moonlit room a lot was visible. "When you look at me, do you think of my father?" In case I had missed anything, she turned slightly.

"No." I took a deep breath. "I can't say that I do."

"Then come here. No more discussion." She took my hand and pulled me back to her.