The Princes of Ravenwood
she laughed, looking me up and down like I was dinner.
I chuckled and bowed respectfully. “Kon'nichiwa, okusama.” I greeted her. I know my accent isn’t right, but I’m from Boston, and it's not easy to hide this accent. Her face lit up like it was Christmas or something when she heard me speaking Japanese. “HE KNOWS JAPANESE!” she shouted to the rest of the house. I chuckled, shrugging. “Let the boy in.” an older man sighed, taking her arm so I could step in. “It’s cold out there.” he added.