Gradually, methodically, Lan moved the device over Katrina’s face, her throat, and then over her rib.

“It seemed like the pawnshop owner recognized you,” Lan said as she worked.

Shizuka shrugged. “People like that usually know how to avoid trouble. And anyway, you were pretty intimidating yourself.”

Even in the dark, Shizuka could sense Lan’s blush.

“The donut shop,” Lan finally said.

“Hmm?”

“Katrina. If she needs a job, I can give her one at the donut shop.”

“Thank you. But she’ll need to be careful with her hands.”

Katrina murmured, but this time it was almost like a purr.

“She’ll be fine,” Lan finally said. “Let’s get her in the car before she really falls asleep.”

Shizuka stopped at the traffic light, then looked in the rearview mirror. The girl seemed almost peaceful in the streetlights. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. “Excuse me, I need to call Astrid.”

Astrid?

Lan tried not to listen to their conversation, but it sounded like they knew each other very well. Well, of course they did—they were living together. This Astrid was even cooking her dinner.

Shizuka put her phone away. “I’m sorry for that.”

“No, not a problem at all.” Lan tried to smile. So that was Shizuka’s mate.

“Is everything all right? You got quiet all of a sudden.”

“Oh, no, no. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

Lan was quiet for the rest of the drive. Finally, Shizuka parked at the Big Donut.

“Shall I walk you inside?”

“No. You should get this one to bed—and Astrid probably misses you.”

“Astrid? My housekeeper?”

“Housekeeper?”

“Yes, she’s been with me since I left Berlin.”

“Oh, good. I mean—”

“Have a good night, Lan,” Shizuka said.

“You too, Shizuka,” Lan managed to say.

Lan walked into the shop.

Shirley rushed over, concerned. “Mother! You said there was an emergency. Is everything all right?”

Lan smiled. “Yes, everything is fine. And she has a housekeeper.”

Astrid was waiting as Shizuka pulled into the driveway.

“The poor thing is shivering,” Astrid said. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside.”

“I need to get rosin,” Katrina mumbled.

Astrid grabbed Katrina’s bags and led her inside.

“I already have her room ready. Shall I take her upstairs?”

“Yes, please.”

“I need to get rosin…”

“Of course, dear, let’s get the rosin.”

Shizuka watched Astrid guide Katrina inside.

To think she had been homeless, lugging her bags, staying God-knows-where with a fractured rib. To think she had been in the park, playing the Schradieck as if she were lighter and clearer than air.

Shizuka waved to Mrs. Lieu, then went into the house. Astrid came downstairs not long after.

“Fast asleep,” she said. “Shall I bring you something to eat?”

“Thank you, but no. I’ll be practicing,” Shizuka said.

“Practicing?”

“Yes. I need to prepare for the new student, after all.”

“Of course, Miss Satomi.”