The two of them locked eyes for a moment. " Aisumasen ," her mother said at last. "I’m very sorry if I seemed to pry. I spent too much time in the State Department. I still have the reflexes. Now that I’m in what they laughingly call private enterprise." She set her chopsticks across her plate and reached for her hat. "I’ve decided to rent a sailboat today. They say there’s an offshore station—an OPEC, or something like that."