Yamaguchi Sachiko looked at the pile of bank cards on the floor, raised her hand, and the bank cards sprinkled down from the air. She watched them flutter to the ground and suddenly burst into loud laughter.
She covered her face with her hands, her laughter growing louder, and as she laughed, large teardrops fell between her fingers, splashing into little blossoms of water on the floor.
Mary sat up in bed, comfortably stretching, pleased to be in the presidential suite of the best hotel in City A, which had a more comfortable bed than any in the United States.
She flexed her muscles and then leisurely climbed out of bed, draping herself in a robe and walking into the living room. The first thing she did was pick up a cigarette from the table.
As she lit the cigarette hanging from her lips, she felt her whole body relax.
Just as she was about to go into the bathroom to freshen up, a knock came from the door. She frowned slightly, then went to open it.
