Kumiko stared as Sally drew her past arrays of Coronation plate and jowled Churchill teapots. “This is gomi,” Kumiko ventured, when they paused at an intersection. Rubbish. In Tokyo, worn and useless things were landfill. Sally grinned wolfishly. “This is England. Gomi’s a major natural resource. Gomi and talent. What I’m looking for now. Talent.”
