‘No. I was diagnosed a non-carrier forty years ago. But I still wasn’t allowed to go out into town like this. When I first got sick, I was only…’ Tokue’s voice trailed off. She pressed her lips together and brought the edge of the apron up to her eyes. ‘I’m so sorry, Tokue.’ Sentaro looked at the floor. ‘I was still only about the same age as those young girls that come here.’
