Michiko led him down the hall to a closet, which was stuffed with clothes. On the floor were stacked dozens of shoe boxes.

"You and Imelda Marcos."

Michiko giggled.

"It's my weakness. And the smaller sizes are always the ones left at sales."

She bent down and pulled out a box from the bottom of the pile. The envelopes were inside.

"Here they are. Safe and sound."

"Good. You stay the same way, safe and sound. Okay?"

They kissed long and hard, pressing against each other. Running her hands over Danny's back and arms and thighs, Michiko took a detailed inventory of her lover's body, so she could remember it better after he was gone.