Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

When Mr. Tanya returned to the waiting room, he put his hand on his lower abdomen and said, "It's the second one!" He dyed his cheeks and told me. I knew it. Married women's "somehow, sloppiness continues” doubt it! Something that both seniors and juniors had many symptoms of.

John, Tanya said she didn't even notice when you were there, and that she was going to the midwife with these legs.

Everyone in the waiting room, and Dan, the blacksmith, ran with great momentum as he waited to congratulate him, looking blue in his work clothes.

"Ya, Tanya, are you all right!? Something tells me to hurry up, but, hey, what's wrong with you? You're sick."

"Hey Dan, calm down. Will you take John home first? I'm going straight to Lady Chris."

Lady Chris is the only midwife in this village. Still pounding with a rough breath, Mr. Dan can't seem to get his head around it.

"Oh, Lady Chris? Uh, Tanya, that."

"Oh, already, dull. John's gonna be your brother."

Everyone in the waiting room spoke up and slapped on their backs instead of Dan, who blued and weakened at once. It's so full of happy air. Oh, I could stand a good occasion. Smile on your own. Mr. Tanya stroked your head again, John, and now let Dan hold you in his arms.

"John said he had a mild cold. I'm sorry, I had a fever, so I didn't know John was hotter than usual when I held him. Thanks for noticing, Margaret."

The three of them smiled after the clinic when Dan, who was not here yet, stood up.

"So, Hugh, you're going back to King's Landing this afternoon."

"Yes, Walter's still here because he's been sent on vacation."

It was a short time, but thanks for your help, and I bow my head lightly as I have lunch in the clinic rest room. Yes, actually, Mr. Hugh's visit to Meeserie ends today. I ended up taking care of you at the teacher's for two nights. Chara... No, the nostalgic Hugh is close to having a cheerful conversation with his teacher and Mark.

The monologue I heard when I came this morning imitates Mr. Hugh to the right because he acts as if he wasn't. Somewhat creepy but... mainly Mark's gaze. They're looking at something.

Mr. Hugh pointed his face at this one and pointed to the magic guide he had placed in the corner of the table.

"I wish Walter would let me have that magic guide when he gets home, so use it until then. Tell Walter where you want him to change. I'll give it to you as soon as the improvements are done."

My hands and mouth are blocked, so I snort heavily. Today's lunch is scones. The recipe for mixing a little whole grain in the powder and flavoring it so that it is rice, not snacks, belongs to Adelaide. It's actually the best freshly baked, but, well, I can't help it. I rented the kitchen at the teacher's house and warmed it up a little bit. Later a meatloaf with plenty of carrots and ingen and a bean salad. Yeah, it's delicious today.

"I don't care if Hugh doesn't bring it, he can send it to me."

"Mark, don't say that nonsense. Isn't that 'waiting for you to get back soon'?

"I'll never tell you"

"I'm not being honest."

What is this friendly, boy high school student? I saw the view of you spreading your lunches while poking each other on the roof. The conductor is a brown hair secretary to the vice chairman of the glasses. Then Master Walter would be my chairman... and I don't know what to do, it might be interesting.

Mark's out of respect for Mr. Hugh. Oh, is that against me lately, too?

"... is Margaret's..."

"... holy shit"

Oh, what? Shit, if I was fluffy and paranoid, I wouldn't have listened. What's wrong with me? I rushed to wipe my hands and wrote on the magic guide, and Mr. Hugh looked straight at this one with a sunny face.

"I'm on Margaret's side at all times."

When I said it with a smile that wouldn't make me smile and say yes or no, it was about the report, but I started talking about work with Dr. Daniel.... doesn't seem to tell me any more. Even if I saw the mark I was supposed to be talking to you with, I wouldn't say anything just to look familiar. I couldn't help but snorted unsure.

Drop off the Tsuji carriage in front of the clinic, which was arranged sometime in between. A lot of villagers were here to say goodbye and surprise Mr. Hugh. Take this, Mr. Hugh, who was brought a souvenir like a mountain in both hands to eat in a carriage, laughed like trouble all the time and also seemed to put up with crying.

"Oh, look, Sarah, come here, too."

"Yes, I was your neighbor."

Sarah, the baker, pushed me out of the back of the pedestrian walls. She's my one-year-old sister, and she's always been close to me at the ladies' club.

I went to my wife in the next village, but my husband died and I brought my only daughter, Emily, back to this village last year. My uncle, who was nearby, said we were close to each other as family until the Hughes moved out. You're a child tamer.

The last time Sarah gave me a smaller package, Mr. Hugh managed to say that again and finally got in the carriage.

Drop them off until they're invisible, and the people they were gathering naturally sprinkle. Trying to get back to the clinic, I noticed a group of girls solidifying a little further away. At the end of his gaze, which cutely dyes his cheeks and sends hiccups, Mark stands up with a few young people from a village about the same age. As you will notice the favor being directed at, his eyes will never capture them...... Normally, I wonder how pleased they are.

As far as I know, I'm the only heterosexual Mark involves from himself. The hands that stroke my head, the arms that will always support me when I'm about to fall, those eyes that fit me if I notice... though I'm not so dull that I don't realize at all what it means to be so easy to understand that I can't explain because I'm narcissistic or over-conscious. I'm an 'invitee', so I can see that there's no intention. Still.

I've been in this world for months. Do you still want me to wait? Even though I don't really know who I am.

"Margaret, are you lonely?

My legs stopped at the clinic's doorstep, and I was pushed back to me by Dr. Daniel with a pound on my back. Lonely?... Lonely, not. I just got a little anxious again about what I've been thinking.

There's nothing I can do when you say "Spirit Invitational" to me. Not the magic we all have in this world. I can see the fairies, but that's it, and those kids don't even use me to do something.

I wonder why I'm here. I can't do anything. Can I be treated so politely? Wouldn't there be more people to be taken care of?

I didn't feel like I could explain it well, and I was hesitant to worry. When I smiled vaguely and deluded myself, I was always stroked in the head like Mark was doing. Warm, sweet hands.

... Father.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered my father, who had not been able to see me fifteen years ago, and there was a grain of tears that I was enjoying.

Tears?

I saw something glowing on Margaret's cheek creeping through the front door of the clinic about after the teacher.

"Hmm, what's up, Mark?

"Bad, back"

When I cut the conversation along the way and said goodbye without even looking at the other speaker's face who was across the street, I was slapped in the back with a translator telling me to work hard... is that so easy to understand?

The waiting room was deserted. As you waited for me to enter the office, the teacher goes upstairs with a book and a letter telling you to call me when the patient arrives. I heard a noise from the break room in the back of the office and found Margaret continuing the cleanup.

Tilt the partition curtain and turn this way in solidarity with her as she turns her back and closes the cage lid. The slightly reddened eyes were faintly wet.

"... do you miss Hugh home?

There shouldn't have been such a bare gesture, and Hugh himself said it wasn't. I'm sure there was just some subtle air between the two of us today, but I felt it wasn't romantic emotion...... wasn't it?

He looks surprised and shakes his neck to the side, hurrying to find a magic guide and grasps a moving wrist. Touching his moisturizing eyeballs with his opposite fingertips, he stared at his connected hand as he had perceived, and began to glance at the letters in his palm with his other hand.

"... father?

Margaret nodding awkwardly. If the teacher strokes his head, he says he remembers his late father. I laughed like I was in trouble even though my father had hardly ever stroked me. I thought I wouldn't cry anymore because I cried a lot.

I feel relieved. Overlapping whether Hugh had anything to do with it, he said that the busy people were gone and quiet. I just realized that I was in a state where I was almost holding her when I wholeheartedly agreed with Margaret, who wrote that I was worried that Master Adelaide and Walter would have it.

... Shit. Even though I thought it was dangerous lately, I still weighed myself in on this.

Margaret peeks into her suddenly silent self in wonder. I usually spend time without giving in, but my eyes cloud, as I recall from time to time. If you look at the fact that you are confused by your place as an 'invitee' and hide an anxious mind.

It's easy to let your eyes meditate, surround, protect and calm down. But that won't be good for him.

It seems Margaret would rather fly through the sky and sing to the woods than be a caged bird. Though I thought I would take the time to get familiar with and accept this world little by little.

What's the matter, and my fingertips move. Originally, I don't even seem to question the close range. I got the answer to the question and I need to leave. I know it's no good any more, but I can't let it peel like it melted and stuck where I touched it.

My fingers start to move again after hesitation. As I proceeded to read the letters spelled in my palm, I heard something in me cut off putrid in their contents.

Slip the hand you kept in front of your eyes onto your undisturbed cheeks and let your face rise. When I noticed the silence by now and caught my wandering eyes disappointed, I saw myself laughing invincibly with a face I had never seen in those eyes... I felt scared but who was to blame.

"... Margaret? Listen carefully. I never see a man as a paedophile. The daughters of the village don't care because they're not interested in women they don't even like. It's only a hassle. I'm only interested in one person."

I'm not interested in village girls because I prefer men, what a hell of a diagonal idea to bring from where? Is that normal in the world where I was?

I was wondering if it was conveyed a little, but it seemed a long way off. The only thing that spills out of my mouth that opens and closes like a goldfish is a sweet exhale.

"Totally...... I would have been careful because the hoop was about to come off. I won't wait any longer."

Zhu dyed cheeks were stroked with the back of his fingers and mouthed to his connected fingertips.

"... Margaret came to this world to see us. Whatever other reason, that's second to none. You can stay here forever."

Here, in your arms. I take a breath and look up. My eyes look for something, my voiceless lips shape my name. Yeah, call it more, chop it up. Me.

"If you're where you are, you can make it. I can find as many as I want if it means anything. So don't worry. You should like me, just like I like you... Margaret,"

Hold an irresistible luxurious body.

We could still hear each other beating so close.

I was afraid to touch it. If I touch something, I'm going to break it.

I restrained myself this time when the toothpick would be less favorable, even if I knew it wasn't that much as I spent it.

Thin shoulders, dark hair slightly longer than when I came. I also wanted to make all the smiles that deceived my crying face my own. Jealous of the sweet look you only show in front of Master Adelaide, even the pure trust you place in Buddy.

I am surprised that I have all sorts of cluttered feelings towards others. I didn't know you felt this way. And I was also surprised again that I didn't hate myself like that.

All of it, what Margaret gave me.

I don't want to let go.

"Margaret, like me."

After only a little hesitation, a modestly spinning hand on his back was the reply.