5.4 Kimi & Tommy at Home, One Not Quite Winter Night

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4. Kimi & Tommy at Home One Not Quite Winter Night

A military knock sounds. They jump up in panic but are instantly relieved by “Yoo-hoo is anybody home?”

   “Olga as usual” Kimi murmurs, putting skirt and blouse on, and going to door.

   Olga has knowing look. “Sorry to interfere with your English lesson, darling, and just when you were about to conjugalize your verbs! Don’t you realize what day today is?” She drops down onto end of sofa and takes out gold cigarette case.

   "31 October” answers Tommy. “Other than Halloween, which you guys don’t celebrate what’s so special you had to disturb our colloquy?”
   Olga’s wicked smile is dazzling. “Seriously darlings it will be a night to end nights! Don’t you read 'papers? Don’t you tune in on your Marconi? Or are you spending your global revolutions just ....?”
   Tommy laughs. “Global revolutions? That sounds like something up Harumi’s red alley. Oh, now I get it! Astronomical! You mean days! Olga, please use plain English. What makes this night different from all other nights?”
   Olga extracts pink tipped cigarette from case, flips her lighter to flame, takes deep drag and sits gazing at Kimi and Tommy with vacant ecstatic stare as cloud of white exhaled smoke recycles from mouth to nostrils.
   “Olga!” reproves Kimi sharply. “You’re not smoking those things again?”

   Olga smiles. “Now that Government has its new language laws I cawn’t just call them reefers and I shawn’t; they are now happy, happy Imperial cylinders. Well, I won’t keep you dark any longer, darlings. Tonight ends all western dancing. The militarists have decided it is unpatriotic to tango in Tokyo, and all other dances too.”

   “So what else is new?” Tommy quips making nonchalant yawn. “With lunatics running a country I’m not surprised at anything.”
   “What else is we are going to celebrate. Tonight! I shall be singing to the hoi polloi with the Tokyo Jazz Trio at the Pigeon Club. It will be like New Year’s Eve except that after 12 midnight I can sing a new title, The Day the Dancing Died.  Our pals Harumi and Kimura shall attend, and since you two seem to be staying home every night doing hm-hm-hm and not answering phone I decided to come over here and drag you along by force majeure.” She glances at watch. “Five thirty! You have fifteen minutes to get yourselves together.” 

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