Light and dark

[32]

THE AFTER-DINNER talk was already beyond reviving. Nor did it settle into an easy repose. As if the spine of a topic capable of commanding mutual interest had been broken, people voiced their own thoughts randomly and noticed the absence of anyone willing to integrate their remarks in a central conversation.

Leaning on the low table with both elbows, Tsuda’s uncle yawned drunkenly twice in a row. His aunt summoned the maid and had her take leftovers to the kitchen. Like clouds scudding across the moon, his uncle’s words that night cast from time to time a pale shadow over Tsuda’s heart. These words that, from another’s point of view, should have vanished like the foam on a glass of beer, Tsuda pursued and called back as if they were freighted with significance. Noticing this, he felt disgruntled in spite of himself.

At the same time, he couldn’t help recalling the words he had exchanged with his aunt. Throughout their squabble he had held himself in check, careful to conceal to the extent possible his true bias. It was pride he was hiding, but he knew from his mood now that some kind of unpleasantness was also lurking there.

From this overdue visit that had consumed half a day and which he measured on a monochromatic scale of pleasant and unpleasant, Tsuda turned to contrasting memories of the vibrant Madam Yoshikawa and her beautiful drawing room. In the next instant he beheld the face of his wife O-Nobu, who was at last doing her hair up in the large bun above her neck worn by married women.

Standing, he turned to Kobayashi.

“Are you staying?”

“No, I should be on my way, too.”

Kobayashi stuffed into the pocket of his trousers his pack of Shikijima cigarettes. They were on their way out when Uncle Fujii, as though coincidentally, inquired after O-Nobu.

“I keep thinking I’ll drop over, but you know what they say about a poor man’s work — give her our best. She must have time on her hands when you’re out; what does she do with herself?”

“What does she do? Nothing in particular, I suppose.”

This vapid reply Tsuda quickly, for whatever reason, promptly supplemented.

“She’ll offer to go to the hospital with me as agreeably as you could imagine, and the next minute she’s bossier than Auntie, ‘Get a haircut. Go to the bath.’ You name it.”

“That’s admirable. Who else do you know who’d tell a swell like you what you should do?”

“That’s good fortune I could do without.”

“How about the theater? Do you go?”

“Occasionally — we had an invitation from the Okamotos but unfortunately I have this illness to take care of.”

Tsuda glanced at his aunt.

“What do you say, Auntie — shall we go to the Imperial one of these days? A good play can be a tonic — perk you right up.”

“I suppose—”

“You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that — but I wouldn’t want to hold my breath waiting for an invitation from you.”

Though he knew his aunt didn’t care much for entertainment like the theater, Tsuda chose to take her at face value and made a show of scratching his head.

“If I’ve lost my credibility, I’m done for.”

His aunt snickered.

“Never mind the theater — what’s been going on with Kyoto since we spoke?”

“Have you heard something? Has Kyoto been in touch with you?”

Tsuda searched somewhat gravely the faces of his aunt and uncle, but neither replied.

“As a matter of fact, my father wrote to say he couldn’t send money this month so I should manage on my own. Just like that — pretty brutal, I’d say.”

His uncle merely smiled.

“Big brother must be angry.”

“It’s O-Hide; she shoots her mouth off and makes everything worse.”

Tsuda spoke his younger sister’s name with distaste.

“O-Hide’s not to blame. I bet you’ve been on the wrong side of this from the beginning, Yoshio-san.”

“Maybe so. But show me the country where a son returns money his dad has sent him like change out of a cash register.”

“Then you shouldn’t have promised to pay back like a cash register in the first place. Besides—”

“Enough, Aunt! I get it!”

Tsuda stood up. It was clear from his demeanor that he had stood all he could manage. He departed hastily, making sure, however, to brace himself up following his defeat by dragging Kobayashi out with him.