my father he was a business man who owned a kimono shop, and that he was a widow,
and that he’d marry me in time—after his children were past the grieving stage. I’m such a
fool!
(KEIKO cries.)
YUNA: Don’t blame yourself, Keiko. We are nothing but a commodity to men. You just
need to learn how to exploit that. Have you talked to your father?
KEIKO: No, not yet. Tadashi promised I’d see him often when he took me away, but it’s
been nearly two months and whenever I ask him to take me to see my father he tells me
that we’ll go on the weekend . . . but he disappears on weekends.
YUNA: Maybe we can go together to visit him this coming weekend if you wish.
KEIKO: Thanks, Yuna. Even if I were to see my father, I can’t tell him. I was forced into
this arrangement because my fa \