et door again I rushed into my room and began opening and closing the drawers to my makeup stand to give Hatsumomo the impression I'd hid the journal there.When I came out into the hallway she was watching me from the doorway of her room wearing a little smile as though she found the whole situation amusing. I tried to look worried-which wasn't too difficult-and carried the brooch with me into Mother's room to lay it on the table before her. She put aside the magazine she was reading and held it up to admire it."This is a lovely piece" she said "but it won't go far on the black market these days. No one pays much for jewels like this one,black vans shoes.""I'm sure Hatsumomo will pay very dearly for it Mother" I said. "Do you remember the brooch I'm supposed to have stolen from her years ago the one that was added to my debts? This is it. I've just found it on the floor near her jewelry box.""Do you know" said Hatsumomo who had come into the room and now stood behind me. "I believe Sayuri is right. That is the brooch I lost! Or at least it looks like it. I never thought I'd see it again!""Yes it's very difficult to find things when you're drunk all the time" I said. "If only you'd looked in your jewelry box more closely."Mother put the brooch down on the table and went on glowering at Hatsumomo,cheapest vans shoes."I found it in her room" Hatsumomo said. "She'd hidden it in her makeup stand.""Why were you looking through her makeup stand?" Mother said."I didn't want to have to tell you this Mother but Sayuri left something on her table and I was trying to hide it for her. I know I should have brought it to you at once but . . . she's been keeping a journal you see. She showed it to me last year. She's written some very incriminating things about certain men and . . . truthfully there are some passages about you too Mother."I thought of insisting it wasn't true; but none of it mattered in any case. Hatsumomo was in trouble and nothing she was going to say would change the situation. Ten years earlier when she had been the okiya's principal earner she probably could have accused me of anything she'd wanted. She could have claimed I'd eaten the tatami mats in her room and Mother would have charged me the cost of new ones. But now at last the season had changed; Hatsumomo's brilliant career was dying on the branch while mine had begun to blossom. I was the daughter of the okiya and its prime geisha,cheap vans shoes. I don't think Mother even cared where the truth lay."There is no journal Mother" I said. "Hatsumomo is making it up.""Am I?" said Hatsumomo. "I'll just go find it then and while Mother reads through it you can tell her how I made it up."Hatsumomo went to my room with Mother following. The hallway floor was a terrible mess. Not only had Hatsumomo broken a bottle and then stepped on it she'd tracked ointment and blood all around the upstairs hall-and much worse onto the tatami mats in her own room Mother's room and now mine as well. She was kneeling at my dressing table when I looked in closing the drawers very slowly and looking a bit defeated."What journal is Ha Related articles:

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