If you shake off the idea of a new menu that will unfold in your brain, Luke has asked to guide you.
"... Dear Mary?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Yeah, we're talking about jealousy."
"I can't afford to be older, but I'm still driven by a sense of impatience and my chest is squeezing."
"Yes, that's painful. I've been restless lately."
If Mary worked Luke while holding her own chest, she would have called Mary as Alicia and Patrick had aligned themselves to hear it.
Alicia's hand gently touches Mary's arm, I'm sure because she's worried.
"Dear Mary, is something wrong?
"It is. My stomach's a little dirty."
The area of the stomach twitches at the moment, and the discomfort hangs over the stomach. It's like even lead has swallowed it.
Alicia rubbed her arm when she told her that she had recently turned down croquettes to eliminate it.
"I can't believe I put up with Croquet enough. But Dear Mary, that's..."
"What?"
"... no, nothing!
If I thought I was about to say it, Alicia brightened her expression and made the story aye.
On the contrary, don't you laugh at the garlic and rub your arms faster? Quote, he clamps at me with his elbow, laughing at me.
Mary glanced at Alicia with surprise at this attitude, which was supposed to have led her stomach to sag. Somehow, I don't think I'm happier than I am any more.
Her purple eyes stare around Mary's stomach... no, below that, near her abdomen.
"... what, you're a grumpy, disgusting kid. Don't touch me like that. You're gonna smell country."
"Ugh, like Mary. It's okay, it's okay. I won't tell anyone until that day. I'll be right back."
"Wait till that day? Are you going to throw me my stomach, my stomach, and my relieving party? She's just kidding."
Tung and Mary turn that way, slapping down Alicia's hand as she touches it and trying to push it against Patrick. But before that, Patrick spoke Mary's name.
Blue eyes stare at me.
Mary stared back at him, too, to his gaze as if he were serious and trying to explore Mary's chest.
"Patrick?"
"Mary, does it bother you inside your chest or make you breathless?
"That's right. You eat too much croquette. Besides, I've had too many tastings with this to decide on the side menu of a migratory bowl shop."
"... does that discomfort happen, for example, when Addy is with someone?
"I'm sure watching Addy reminds me of croquettes and bowls of migratory birds, and even my stomach."
It will come, and Mary sighed and slapped Alicia's hand off with a petin as she rubbed her arm again.
Then hold your chest tight. Patrick's right, he's deliberately breathless, uncomfortable like he swallowed heavy lead.
That's how Patrick exhaled small.
"Mary, it's"
"I can't believe this brings my stomach... Your love for croquettes is tormenting me."
"So that's... No, you're right, you must be eating too much croquette."
He said something and Patrick shook his head small to the side, affirming his croquet love. That look looks like she cares about Mary somehow.
Usually, if he asks, "I ate too much croquette and my stomach is full," it seems like he will sigh. - Or "I ate too much Alicia's cooking," possibly in love.
Even though Patrick's expression now seems like he has a verse in mind.
I wonder if he or his stomach ever bothered with the sagging...... Mary thinks.
But it's no other Patrick, even if he suffered from his stomach and his sauce, he might have behaved in such a manner that he showed weakness to people.
"Yes...... Patrick was the same. We're in a lot of trouble."
"Right. Oops, looks like you're done with one song."
Hear the end of the song and Patrick turns his gaze to the venue.
Mary followed that gaze too...... was much more breathtaking. If you look back in a hurry, isn't Alicia grinning?
That distance is only a few...
Shit, Mary regrets her breadth. There's no way she misses this opportunity when she's always looking for a "Mary Albert Swinging Competition" named Dance.
"Mr. Alicia, you're not in your own country today. As a princess today or so."
Grow up, Mary tries to convince you. But I stopped those words along the way, usually saying, "Dear Mary, dance with me!" Because Alicia, who forcefully grabs her hand and takes her to the dance place, is only standing today smiling and laughing.
I'm happily holding Mary's hand.... I'm just gonna grab it.
"Hey, what... What's wrong with the usual momentum? You're not gonna swing about me?
"I will not wave or do anything about the present Mary."
"Really? I don't know, but the country girl can give up a little bit of her place now, too."
Shake Alicia's hand off with dislike and welcome back Addy and the others.
Bertina, who will be escorted by him, looks happy, and she insists on Addy, "If you have time again".
Mary wrinkles between her eyebrows for this, and scratches her head without even inviting Addy to hide her confusion.
Then Addy approaches Mary and gently touches her shoulder, you want to say, "Because I have a friend". Mary exhaled a small, reassuring breath into his modest but still appearing posture.
"That's why, unfortunately, Mr. Bertina. Then we'll go say hello to the others."
Mary laughs niggardly at Bertina and leaves Mary behind with Addy holding her shoulder. The repentant roar you hear from behind would belong to Bertina.
I felt better unexpectedly, and Mary looked back behind me with a chill. Alicia and Patrick are talking about something. Luke notices this way and meets gently, next to him is Bertina... who looks regrettable.
Is it because of the wind or too much anger that the ribbon over your head is shivering as it sifts?
"Let's stir it up a little bit."
Mary tried to turn her heels back by whining about that, and Addy stopped her.
Mary and Addy leave and Bertina's regrettable roar continues.
In the meantime, Patrick offered Alicia one hand "bye".
"Shall we dance a song?"
"Yes!"
Alicia laughs happily and lays her hands on Patrick's invitation. Feminine, thin, supple, warm hands.
If you gently pull that hand back and prompt it, Alicia will follow with her eyes inadvertently narrowed. But I laughed when I dull in the middle of it, so Patrick peered into her face wondering what was going on.
"Alicia, what's going on?
"No...... It's just that Master Mary... hehe."
Alicia laughs when she says she can't hold her back. Although she is holding her mouth down, her lips, peering through the gap between her fingers, draw an arc.
Seeing it, and remembering earlier, Patrick flaunted his shoulder.
"Right, that Mary... Well, it's a Mary-like delusion to have a stomach."
"Right. Like Mary. But I look forward to the announcement."
"Announcement? You're not gonna tell me about that Mary thing?
"You keep it a secret until the end of the day!
Pa and Alicia brighten her expression and shudder that she can't wait for the day.
Patrick also rounded his blue eyes for this. Would you be happy? And questions arise.
Anyway, that Mary, no other Mary,
I can't believe you're jealous......
There is no way she would say that to anyone else. I wonder if you can't show weakness to others, you can't admit yourself like that, and you can hide it through.
As if, like yourself.
That's it, Patrick stopped. Now is the place to dance. There's no Mary or Addy.
Next door is Alicia, who will be next to herself tonight. Then I have to think only of her now.
So I told myself, and I held Alicia's hand again. Even so, Alicia is laughing at Nimanima and Patrick flaunts her shoulder again.
Looks like she still has Mary in her head.
... No, not yet, should I always say.
"I wish Mary and I were more honest."
"Boy, girl, I wonder which...... hehe"
Yes Patrick and Alicia whine almost simultaneously......,
"Hmm?"
and looked at each other.
It raises questions like the other person said something completely wrong...
But he was consciously taken by the music that began to play, and slowly moved his legs, driving questions to the approximation of his thoughts.