ABSTRACT
The night I returned to Osaki’s house from my visit to Okuni’s hometown I had trouble falling asleep in spite of my fatigue. Toward dawn I had a very long dream. I forgot the chain of events, but it was about my daughter, Mimi. I awoke feeling depressed. I had kept a picture of her near at hand and looked at it from time to time, but now that I had seen her so vividly in my dream, I began worrying about how this little third-grader was getting along with just her father, and whether or not she might be ill, since she was prone to bronchitis. I had informed my husband of Osaki’s address, but I had told him he mustn’t send me anything. I, on the other hand, recorded everything Osaki and the others told me, sending letters and postcards home almost every day. Not hearing anything back could not help but be unsettling. Finally, for the first time since I began to live with Osaki, I felt that I must return to Tokyo. This feeling grew stronger each day.
