Sweet Tea (甘茶)
Part 2A: Amacha (あまちゃ)
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Mao mulled over the situation as she went upstairs. “Best to remember Zulin’s sister’s name, at least until we’ve talked. What was it? A flower. Water element. Bitter-sweet. Right—Amacha. Hydrangea—used to treat water-dampness, though weak. Not something I’d normally use. The characters mean sweet tea. Of course, she picked a name like Sweet Tea. I can remember it.”
“Tricky. She may not want to see me. She’s probably still mad about that stolen jade business. Not my fault. If you’re going to be stupid, you pay the price. She was lucky to still #live here, not somewhere less reputable. Still, she blames me for Grandma’s punishment. Again, how is that my fault?”
“I’ll say I came to check on her health. It’s not a lie. Ukyou did tell me about that.”
It didn’t take long to reach Amacha’s room. She was glad to hear something #roll behind the door and a woman mutter. People weren’t very cooperative if you woke them.
“Hello,” she called, knocking on the door.
The door opened a crack. “What do ‘you’ want?”
“I was told you weren’t well, bloated, low energy. Mind if we sit a bit?”
“I’m fine, go away.”
“Gentle isn’t working,” Mao thought. “Only one thing to do with an uncooperative patient: scare them.”
“Saves me time,” she said. “I’ll just tell Madam you didn’t want to see me.”
The door swung open, and Amacha stood there, robe in disarray.
“Some bloating, flushed, tired. I’ve found the right person.” Mao silently noted.
“Haven’t you made enough trouble for me?” Amacha asked.
“How long have you been bloated?”
Amacha raked Mao with her eyes, her lip curled, but she answered, “A couple of days; I’m just tired from gathering flowers.”
“Make us some tea while I mix something up for you.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll be fine in a few days.”
The young courtesan still stood blocking the doorway. Mao considered pushing past but rejected the idea. Brute force wouldn’t work here, but threats would.
“I was told to help you, and you know how angry Madam gets if disobeyed.” She was mixing two unrelated facts here. First, Ukyou had asked her to help. Second, the consequences of disobeying Grandma. If Amacha related the two facts, that was her problem.
Amacha backed up, letting Mao in.
“Tea,” Mao said, taking advantage of having the upper hand. She looked around and asked, “Too exhausted to clean?”
(Part 2A of 3 parts - to be continued. Part B in next post.)
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