She was small and poised and neat in her movements. A lightness to her that seemed very feminine. That made him feel heavy. Many of the pictures he had seen of her showed a house, a Japanese-style house, not one of those shiny modern ones. Was it her house, or Jonny’s, or maybe some other place they went to, where Jonny took the pictures? It was a house made of wood with paper windows and sliding screens inside like paper walls. It was different from any house he knew. He felt that he would be clumsy in such a house. Must he bend his head to go through the doors? Would it shake to the tread of his feet or his touch?