"Give me that, why, no"
A wrangle fell out of Mio's hand, smashing into the hemp lady tofu below, made a noise.
"Sorry, I found out while I was talking to a person from the previous company"
"Mr. Tsukiya and Mr. Murasaki did this."
"You don't know that yet."
"Oh, my God."
After all, did you care about them?
Looking just a little relieved, Mr. Mio leaned down again immediately.
"Tsuchiya is rather angry that the president at his place has caused trouble around him. Murasaki will be the same."
"Yes, what?"
"Yeah, I don't particularly resent Mr. Mio's company"
"Oh, well, it is. Oh."
"Yes, whatever, even if you tell them from me and see how they react..."
"Stop that!!
once, and Mr. Mio stood up by ringing the wooden chair.
A frightened eye looks at this one, similar to the day we first met.
"Mr. Mio......"
"When it's all over, when I clean it up, I'll put some bullshit on it and then I'll say it myself. Because I apologize properly. Never tell him now."
"Okay. If that's what Mio says, he won't say anything from me."
Tell them clearly. It's definitely not a good idea to obscure this place. Because even if that's just a postponement, it must be necessary.
Mr. Nodded Mio sat back in his chair, staring straight at me, continuing.
"Adjustment work is actually 70% over. Besides, it's taken me years to build a relationship that's intimate enough to borrow a movie in this situation with the head of the other department.
Absolutely, it works. "
"The example manager is from that company..."
Is that why you were desperately watching horror movies you wouldn't even watch? Very thick, but to reduce the likelihood of even a percent of yarn cutting that should never be cut.
"During the week"
"It'll be over by the end of the week," he said?
"Next week early, by Monday, there will be a piece on. This is not a lie or an aspiration, but a marketer's view as a premature maiden Mio. So..."
"I know. Call the dirt houses when that's done. I'll be with you then."
"Yeah, I want Matsumoto to do the same. Only Matsumoto, stay as usual. Please."
"... ok"
This is just my instinct, but I'm sure it's an unmistakable prediction of the future.
The result will remain the same. If it all fits round and you call, the earthhouses will surely forgive you. But I'm sure Mr. Mio can't accept that. Close your heart like shellfish, and you will live alone in this room again.
I have a feeling about that.
"In the first place, why would Mio do that..."
I was tired, so I dropped Mio off early in the bedroom, and I walked around thinking while washing dishes.
It's a cheap way of putting it, but Mr. Mio is beautiful. I can cut my head off, and I have good taste in clothes and hair. I think she is a fine woman who can ask if she has received a decent education even if she sees how to use one of the chopsticks.
"How could such a person trust a human being only in the form of a job?"
Maybe the key to changing the upside of this case is there.
But I don't know that old thing. I knew him only a month ago.
"... Phew. End,"
Finish washing dishes, line up on shelves and wipe sink water. Fine difference, but the amount of rust and scale later will change with proper handling each day.
"I wonder if Mr. Mio is asleep yet. It's too late, or tomorrow if you want to think about something..."
Go to the front of the bedroom and clear your ears on the door. I was going to go home if I could hear you sleep, but what I heard was Mio's voice.
"Takeshi..."
Probably, bedtime speech. To whom is the word directed, a colleague at work, a family member, or me?
The answer came right away.
"Ah..."
"Again, uh, honey"
When she caught a cold, Mio was searching for 'Ah Chan'. Later, according to what I checked with Mio in mode in the morning, it looks like a fox stuffed animal I took care of when I was little.
I lost it in the fall of four years of elementary school with something, he said.
I also remember having a name in the diary I saw before this.
"... wait, huh?
Fall of four years of elementary school.
That was nearly twenty years ago. What can you say about the toys you lost when you were such a little girl, from year to season?
I also have memories of losing the Flash Squad Chivasiga Sagar doll. I know it's summer because it's a seawater bath, but it doesn't come out as soon as they ask me what grade I was in.
Mr. Mio remembers it with clarity. Yet I say I don't remember why I lost it.
"Right."
I'm not sure. But I could see the way.
"Do I have to ask,"
The next morning.
"I'm coming."
"Yes, come on in"
I dropped off some nervous faceted Mio, and I immediately reached out to the bookshelf in the living room.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mio. I'll break last month's promise."
I can't complain that I was sued for invading my privacy if I did this.
But if I don't move here, I'm sure I'll regret it.
"Covered diary and then... this is it"
Removed from a separate shelf from the bookshelf was a graduation album. The herd blue hardcover that fits in the green case on the vinyl coat looks just a little tinted for age.
"That was... there was. In this A.D., yeah. Is Mio in October of his fourth year of elementary school? Autumn for sure."
"Ah, honey, where. Micah, why '?
Painful seeping child's letter. That date is October 24th.
"And then there's the graduation album,"
Mio's elementary school graduation album, like mine, included photos from first through sixth grades of that grade in order. Each piece of it will be carefully sorted.
I just came to the seventh picture and my eyes stopped.
"... Mio, you haven't changed much except for your hair"
I could find a picture of your girl eating lunch egg rolls with a friend. Sounds like a freshman excursion.
Exchanging egg rolls with Mr. Mio like that was a little weak looking glasses girl. Slightly uncommon for children of this age, he has ironed hair.
"Could this girl..."
Return to class photos and turn the pages in order of appearance.
I was able to find the name of 'Miwa Wakase' in the next three sets, six years and four sets, where Mio was. Definitely.
"Is this Micah?"
This made it clear that the person who is the executive of the reunion is' Micah '.
"And then we'll look at the photos of the events chronologically," he said.
Fortunately, one photo was found in each fiscal year with Mio in it.
Sophomore.Mica-Chan is fifth in the athletic competition, and Mr. Mio is nagging at Bili.
Third grade. He has a muddy face laughing at the farming experience.
Fourth grade, playing with the shells we picked up at the summer coastal school on each other's heads.
Fifth grade.
"... yeah"
Mr. Mio is alone.
What I found was a picture of an excursion. There was a picture in the background of me spreading my sheet at a short distance and eating lunch alone, so much so that I couldn't even see it with the other groups.
Sixth grade. Probably the biggest event in six years of elementary school, school trip.
Mr. Mio was still alone here.
No, they're letting me be alone. Even though it's group behavior, you can clearly tell from the pictures that you're walking only at a distance by yourself. Micah said she was in the same group.
As we continue reading, we reach the last page of the graduation album.
"... here, stop"
Blank page used for proxy. What does it say there and what does it say?
Seeing it is even beyond the realm of what is necessary. Judging by that, I put the album and the diary back on their original shelves.
"Next..."
The problem starts here.
Remove one round trip postcard from the mailbox. On the number listed there was an adult woman's voice after several calls.
"Yes, hello"
What, take a breath once, and I squeeze out my voice.
"Hello, this is Miwako Wakase on the phone for sure"
"Watanse is my maiden name, but yes"
"Excuse me, do you remember Mr. Early Maiden Mio"
Beyond the phone, I felt a little upset.
'... yeah, it's childhood taming in elementary school'
"My name is Matsumoto and I am employed by that premature maiden, Mio. I just wanted to ask you something about your employer."
"She woke me up at the office. Surprise."
"Well, there were a lot of things. So, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Mio's past friendship, especially with a friend called" Ah Chan. "
I'm a little suspicious to hear about the stuffed animal, and I dare pretend to be the wind that I'm mistaken for a human friend.
Obviously, there's a mix of surprise and confusion in the voice over the phone. Getting out of Miwako Wakase like that was a little unexpected for me, too.
"For once, could you meet me?"