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“Is this… some kind of club?” she whispered.

“You’re the new one,” Aya said, just as Sachiko had said to her. She held out the tea. “You look like you haven’t eaten. I’m Aya from 203. Welcome to the complex.”

The apartment complex in Tokyo’s Nerima Ward was known for three things: the cherry blossom trees that lined its narrow walkway, the old tofu shop on the corner, and the . bosei mama club

The crisis came in October.

The third woman was quiet. Her name was Hana. She was older, maybe sixty, and she wasn’t there for her own children. She was there for her grandson, whom she was raising alone after her daughter had passed away the previous spring. She didn’t talk much. She just knitted and nodded. “Is this… some kind of club

Aya opened the door wider. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any bowls to return it in.”

A soft knock came at the door.

The young woman opened it, wary and exhausted.