Hana stowed the rice cakes in her bag and moved down the street. Keishin caught up to her. “How did you just happen to have the exact book the vendor wanted in your bag? What else do you have in there?” “Nothing.” Hana slipped off the bag and gave it to Keishin. Keishin looked inside it. “It’s empty…” “I thought the rice cakes might get crushed, and so I left them on the table in my kitchen. And I got the book from my father’s shelves,” Hana said. “It would be a pretty useless bag and would get very heavy if I had to carry around things inside it.” Keishin laughed. “Is something amusing?”
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