"Mmm, mmm, mmm, darling, I spent half an hour on the rowing machine before bed and ran three kilometers on the elliptical. I went to bed on time around nine, and I only woke up because of your call."
It seemed like Uncle Sakai had just checked into a room with his mistress when he got caught by his wife.
He looked at the tray of roasted meat, gulped, and nervously concocted a lie.
He wasn't very adept with electronic software and had no clue about the power of Apple's location sharing, known as the "housewife's spy software."
But over the years, he always found his wife's surprise calls coming at the most unpredictable times.
Over in Yangon, Mrs. Sakai had already returned to the hotel, coldly chuckling to herself.
However, she didn't expose her husband's lies, just spoke gently, "Mmm, my Byron is the best. I believe that when Shengzi and I return to Tokyo in the summer, you'll definitely surprise us by weighing less than 220 pounds, right?"
