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Yuki looked at the soap, then at him. For a long moment, neither spoke. Then she did something that broke the last of Kenji’s composure: she smiled.

The sign outside the bathhouse said, in faded, hand-painted letters: Let’s meet with mixed soap. Mazome Soap de Aimashou

Yuki closed the suitcase. “She never remarried. She said you were the only one who ever gave her something real. Not flowers or candy. Soap. Something to wash away the bad.” Yuki looked at the soap, then at him

Tonight, however, a woman was sitting on the wooden bench by the lockers. Yuki looked at the soap

Let’s meet with mixed soap.

“That’s… me,” he said slowly. “Why?”

“Excuse me,” she said. Her voice was soft but clear. “Is this the place that… mixes soaps?”