The Rainy Season

Katrina rushed into Den looking concerned. Keiko arched her eyebrows and quickly gave Katrina her full attention. Katrina was normally so calm and easygoing. What had upset her?

“Keiko, honestly, do I really have to keep an eye on baby Sakura’s back to make sure she doesn’t grow mold?”

“Excuse me?” Keiko thought she must have misheard. Mold on a baby’s back?

“And what about our toothbrushes? Will they really grow mold during the rainy season?”

Keiko nodded. Now she understood. Before AC had become prevalent, a toothbrush really could develop during a particularly humid and wet rainy season. Not all of them were. After all, some rainy seasons just fizzled out without much rain at all. The last few years had been pretty mild. But this year was already shaping up to be a wet one. So, she understood Katrina’s consternation. She hastened to reassure her.

People walking with umbrellas on a wet, traditional Kyoto street lined with wooden buildings and lanterns
Visitors stroll along a historic street in Kyoto under umbrellas on a rainy day

“You’ll be fine. You have AC, don’t you? Mold is not going to be a problem for you because your apartment won’t get damp enough inside for it to develop. Just be sure to use the dehumidifier function on your AC at all times when it is raining.”

“The idea of mold growing on a toothbrush is disgusting, but mold growing on a baby’s back? That’s horrifying. Did it really happen?”

“I believe that whoever told you that must have been referring to the kind of rash a baby might get during this season. That’s why we like cotton clothes for children rather than artificial material. Cotton breathes.”

Katrina was only slightly mollified. Keiko knew what she had to do.

“Give me a few minutes and we’ll make a short trip to the pharmacy. I’ll show you what you need to to keep Sakura’s skin rash-free.”

Katrina’s face brightened. She could always count on Keiko.

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I’m Sara

I’m the author of a cozy mystery series set on Teramachi Street in Kyoto. In 1976 I participated in a study abroad program called the Associate Program of Kyoto (AKP). It gave me a tantalizing taste of Kyoto, but it wasn’t enough for me. So in 1978, after graduating from university, I returned to Kyoto on my own. One night a man stopped and asked if I was waiting for the bus. I was indeed. He let me know that the last bus had already gone and offered to drive me home. Not wanting to spend money on a taxi, I accepted. As he drove, he asked me if I needed a job. I certainly did. He smiled and said that he owned a restaurant and gave me his card. And that’s how I ended up waitressing at a small restaurant on Teramachi Street much like the one that appears in this series. One of the other waitresses became my best friend in Kyoto. Over forty years later we are still in touch and I named my main character for her.

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