At first I found this fascinating especially given how completely disconnected from the situation that I was. The evening started innocently enough, with everyone sitting on the floor around a low table eating a feast of home-prepared Japanese dishes with the TV on in the corner showing what else but the USA vs. Japan Olympic soccer game. At first, the US contingent of eaters were holding their own with their Japanese counterparts, in spite of being slightly outnumbered.
At one point Diana leaned over to me and said “this is everything I hate about being a twin all in one evening.”
Then the local high school girls’ badminton team arrived.
As the evening wore on A & T escaped to work on last minute wedding tasks while Diana and I and her parents were left to fend off question after question from the Japanese relatives all funneled through the one cousin who spoke some English. Meanwhile Diana’s mother reveled in the opportunity to practice her Japanese.
The soccer game long over, I gradually grew a new appreciation for the Samurai practice of hari kari. T’s aunt’s house has a small outbuilding filled with “family treasures”. Certainly there’s a sword out there. If I could only get out of the room and into the yard…
When all looked bleak with no end to the inquisition in sight, we were saved by T’s brother-in-law who took us into the next room to play Wii. Saved by Mario Cart.
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