The Rent a Man BluesChapter 8
Hamako sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked at the floor, now. Bob flopped down on the bed, up by the pillows, lying on his side. She darted a look at him, but then looked back at the floor. "I'm not Hiroto Nakimura," he said. "I know." "Then you don't have to be all submissive, and look at the floor." "Where am I supposed to look?" "At me." Slowly, her face turned. Her hair, which had fallen in front of her collar bones, made a shield she could look out from behind....