The Entrance

An old Japanese man was sitting arms spread on a wooden bench.

"Welcome," he said with terrible lip service to the letter L. "How come you come here?" Simplest of words, hardest of questions.

"Just, let me in," pushed in the young Eastereuropean-looking woman. Unsuccessfully man's arms groped and returned her to where she started the second ago.

"How come...," stopped, slowed, and spelled out again every word. "You come here?"

"Just let me in. I've been here before!!" pressed the woman.

Japanese man stood like a stone. "How..."

"How!! How this, how that. You ain't an Indian, Japanese you dummy." Old Japanese reversed his expression. "Half-Indian actually."

"What?" And they talked.