“What makes you think so?”
She wrinkled up her face. “Well, I couldn’t live a day without television.”
“Because you’re unhappy?”
May Kasahara did not reply to that. “But now Kumiko is gone. You must be not so happy anymore, Mr. Wind-Up Bird.”
I nodded and sipped my beer. “That’s about the size of it,” I said. That was about the size of it.