Azuki knew it was her own fault. She was her own worst enemy. She was overjoyed to be able to go home, the home she remembered, to live with her brother and her newfound uncle. She was thrilled that Shota could keep his boat and pursue his sailing. And she had ruined her own opportunity with her impetuous foray into the night to see the remarkable loom. Why hadn't she thought of simply asking Uncle, and she must remember to call him that now, if they could go see it while they were ...