“What man?” Tomiwa’s head swerved so sharply that she felt a crick in her neck, but before she could wince, her eyes fell on the blinding blossoms of orange lilies. She was almost tempted to bend down and count it, just to see if it was a hundred blossoms, as she automatically thought. Childish, she thought, and then her eyes landed on the neatly tucked note amidst the blossom. She picked it up and read the cursive handwriting she had seen before “This reminds me of you, and it represents my hope that you would allow me to discuss it with you, mo chroi. I have heard of the great...