Chapter 31

“A caretaker? Why would I need a caretaker?” Mahiro asked.

“Because you’re going to love what comes next,” Ellen said.

That was when Sato-san noticed there was a woman in the room. Not his perception of beauty ... but well enough. That is, if one discounts the round eyes, golden hair, big bust and impressive hips and ass ... but she didn’t fit his preconceived mental template.

That template was light almost white skin, black hair and large black eyes, medium bust but round breasts, thin physique and small feet. And the proper scent.

Scent is so much a part of us we don’t notice until we are in a truly different place. Smokers seldom notice smell or taste but food plays a big part of a persons scent. The two Flintkotes, JW and Cyn had been living Japanese for the past three years, eating simple. Splurging now and again with Kobe beef ... but not often ... it’s too damn expensive. No.

The traditional Japanese diet comes close to the perfect diet - and it’s delicious too. Sashimi, prawn tempura, chicken teriyaki, beef yakitori and seafood ramen noodle soup. There’s lots to love about Japanese food. It’s light, fresh and flavorsome. And here’s the best reason of all - it’s one of the healthiest cuisines to eat in the world.

The traditional Japanese diet, with its emphasis on vegetables, seafood, soy, clear broth, rice, green tea and seaweed, is a semi-vegetarian diet with less fat, less sugar and more antioxidants than western European. It has none of the rich desserts, pastries and sweets of European cuisines. WIKI

What one eats is directly related to scent ... our perspiration, our hair ... even our farts. Mahiro liked women to smell like they’re supposed to smell ... Japanese.

So ... when his stomach announced he was hungry, Ellen Hero Caregiver realized she’d been remiss.

“Oh ... I am so sorry,” she said, “What can I get you?”

Since the bordello that was her latest decorating endeavor in no way resembled a restaurant, Sato-san was unsure of her meaning but he Was hungry.

“Perhaps a light meal of short grain rice, some soba noodles, sea vegetables and daikon radish, miso soup, a piece of grilled salmon, green tea, hot and a few Fuji grapes,” he said.

“YES!” cried Ceiling, “Something different!”

“Who said that?” a surprised Mahiro asked.

Ellen realized no one had introduced the chef and factotum to Mahiro Sato. “My hero,” she said, for that was what she understood JW to mean when he mentioned the name ... JW is suthern after all is said and done.

Tennessee born and West Virginia bred, his accent wasn’t as pronounced as say, deep south Georgian, and it was moderated by years overseas, but it was there...”Muhero Sato,” was what he said, Ellen can not be faulted for pronouncing it as “My Hero,” ... she is in the business of Hero Care-taking.