Perhaps the fact Kou had made it past the accessories on the first rail had told Kozue he was not going anywhere. Purses, earrings, red strappy shoes [which looked expensive] and slippers. He was casting a glance at all the clothes. Red. Orange. Yellow. Not much was green or brown. It also, now he could see the excitement on Kozue's face, felt good to treat somebody who was not his father.
But then she lost that sunshine, and he could not tell if it was because of him or how much something was. He had been a jerk recently.
"I'll buy it for you," he offered. Money and security was what you married for. It was the right thing, was it not?