"Which prefecture is a Japanese inn in Yuzawa in?" asked Cafe racer.
"Niigata," I answered.
"Quite so," Cafe racer gave a slight nod and said, "Akita does not have it.
Besides, it generated a hotel in Yokote."
Cafe racer declared a smartphone obstinate.
"I don't want to be spoken in a strange tongue."
She might have got angry in the situation where communication was stopped.
"When I say I go by two-wheeler, it would mean motorcycle, not bicycle."
"It is not fatal, for a motorcycle and a bicycle can drive the same road,"
Spine cut in.
"Time is the matter. I must not arrive late."
"You cannot be late. You will rather arrive earlier than a bicycle." His accent
still remained contemptuous.
"Believing blindly you would never be in time, you will indeed never arrive if
you have given up. A zero multiplied any number of times still gives a
zero."
"When the kittens were born," said Aircraft carrier with an innocent smile.
The father was preparing collars with charms because his 3-year-old child asked
him to give these kittens crosses. However, the child insisted those would be
too small. The father inquired what he meant. The child said with a puzzled
air, "Aren't we going to crucify them?"
"The child," Cafe racer had been disgusted.
"It's me."
A strange sign broke the mother's sleep early in the morning. Her 4-year-old
daughter's face was looking down at hers from a closely near distance. She
whispered, "I want to peel all your skin off." Fear thrilled the mother. The
sleep had made her forget that she was starting to peel due to a recent
sunburn.
"It was how I was." Cafe racer laughed.
"Is Mrs. Motoyama there? There was a call from a cram school or a preparatory school. Am I speaking to Mrs. Motoyama? How do you do? He spoke as if he was acquaintances with me. Indeed he said——Nice to meet you. It is because we do not know each other. But it was rather a friendly way of saying it."
The woman wearing greenish brown pantaloons rose off the chair again. This pitiable woman must have been deep in a sad state. I listened attentively.
"Hiroaki is a second-year student at high school. How has he been? Is he preparing to continue to college? I can't answer that."
Her eyes turned heavy. Cafe racer told that she probably cannot see her son anymore. I guessed the statement has left her apathetic. Nothing other than that could explicate her sudden excessive talking.
"A student at A. high school and a family of a student at B. high school had a look at us yesterday. As for Hiroaki, which high school is he at? He knew nothing despite his tone."
