The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Yeah, he's not here yet."

at the grocery store.

The grocery store owner's wife replied so with her eyes rounded to surprise to the inquiry Sputnik who visited opened the door most. Her expression still clouds worryingly when she tells her that she left the house thirty minutes ago and that she will not return yet.

"Have you seen it somewhere or not"

"Yes."

I nod equally deeply at the question of nuts thrown on top of each other.

"Mr. Sputnik, you said that when it's afternoon, I'll put Crewe out shopping, right? So I've been waiting in the store all afternoon wondering when."

At this point, it doesn't seem like it's overlooked. Originally, the interior of the grocery store could not be said to be that large, and it is a well-groomed store with only one cashier. It seemed like something you would soon find out if you were here.

Sputnik can't find a word to throw up, just shut up and take one ink off the merchandise shelf. I was supposed to let Crewe buy it. It rolled in his hand without any particular discomfort.

That's not good. With such a whisper that no one could hear him, Sputnik muttered. I can stir up all the uninteresting imaginations. I still shouldn't have let that one go out on its own - that kid with a terribly peculiar physique.

The city of Riafiat is a peaceful land. There are also police station branches on this wide continent, in some places, that determine the culprit solely by the number of bribes, but the Liafiat branch is not. The prosecution rate is also high and very good in policing. The fact that this woman, who has a personality that can also be described as the righteousness of justice, belongs with her chest stretched, also supports it.

But still, there are people in dark alleys, in narrow backroads, who think about things that aren't good. What if, for example, an undelivered person like that finds out about that idiosyncrasy? - By closing his eyes or waving, he dispelled boring delusions. It's your job to act so that it doesn't happen, and in case that happens again, you need to take responsibility as a guardian to exterminate the culprit. We should stop sharpening our spiritual abilities with futile thoughts.

- Often, heavy silence falls.

Eventually, the nuts that made the wrinkles carved between the brows deeper and deeper were badly troubled,

"I wonder where he's gone..."

And I groaned.

"I'm home!

It was almost simultaneously that the child's bright voice echoed into the store.

I had noticed that was different from what I was accustomed to hearing, but I would turn you around reflexively. and there stood the girl holding the ice cream in one hand. Close to Krew when he was old, but his unafraid eyes, brightly colored hair, and nostalgic smiles about everyone that sparkle with curiosity cannot be said to be so similar.

When she noticed the two coming to the store, she called their names with mint colored lips.

"Ah, there you are, Mr. Nuts, Mr. Sputnik. Shopping with a rare combination, huh?

To the extent that she knew Sputnik, Sputnik knew her. She's the daughter of a grocery store owner, and her name is definitely Anna. Sputnik chose the grocery store for Krew's first shopping destination because he wasn't so far from home, as well as the thought that if only the right time to visit the store would allow him to be friends with his near-age girlfriend - which was now a futile expectation, though.

I didn't expect to be treated in pairs with this woman (Nikoichi). Looking at her nuts as she thought, she was frowning in shape and drawing her red-coated lips to the limit to create a disgusting look. Perhaps I would have looked the same.

but it is also very unpopular to be angry with children. Sputnik let him flaunt his shoulder like nothing.

"I'm not combing anything. I had a little trouble."

"Hmm? What's the trouble? Like what?"

Apparently Anna was interested in this incident that happened without her knowledge. Licking the ice cream, he asks with the color of curiosity commonly in his expression - but.

"Welcome back, Anna"

It was the shopkeeper's wife, Anna's mother, who blocked it.

Releasing is nothing like welcoming a guest, a low voice, a word that bites every word. With extreme intensity, he puts his hands on his hips and makes an angry look at his daughter.

"That was a long time ago. The time I promised you would help me is running out."

"That's where I met the ice cream shop. I'll be ready in a minute."

I smile deceitfully that my mother's sermon has been badly punished, eheheheheheheheheheheheheh. And I opened my big mouth and bit the ice cream, quick to say.

Anna fights ice cream, passing fast between Sputnik and the nuts, and when she gets inside the register counter, she puts her hands on the door there - probably connected to the employee's living space. That's it. And twisting the knob, at the same time remembering what, she raised her bare voice, "Yes it is," she said.

Looking back, when Sputnik and I meet each other, we laugh with cheeks full of melted ice cream and shards of corn. And

"Mr. Sputnik, next time Mr. Sputnik, we're going to play at home!

"... to us?

Speaking not sure why, Sputnik dives his eyebrows in surprise. But she shook her head vertically without breaking her bright smile.

And then Anna tells Sputnik that she's still fine.

"Yeah! I promised Crewe earlier!

――――

Understanding what it means, for a moment, was delayed.

I see the nuts and the shop owner's wife, with the meaning of confirmation, wondering if I heard wrong. But they also had a distracted look, and they weren't very empty ears.

In an instant, he manages to lift his weighted head with his energy and asks.

"... who did you promise?

"What?"

But Anna rounded her eyes to see if she understood the meaning of the question.

Instead of Sputnik, whose head spins cannot keep up and who gets stuck in words, now the shopkeeper's wife asks her daughter.

"Anna, where were you playing today?

"It's a pet store. I've been taking care of you and playing with you, it's been fun."

"That idiot......"

Or the truth about the shock you found out so well. Sputnik shrugged and put his fingertips on his temples.

Crewe did go shopping next to Three Limits, as Sputnik taught him. But - instead of the left with the grocery store, I went from the jewelry store to the right (...) hand (...) side (...).

Three neighbors to the right from the house. There's a pet store there, as Anna says.

It was a set of brothers and sisters who did run the business, all of whom were quite care-giving people. I wouldn't imitate the kind of crew that drove me back to evil by mistake, but if you try to crew, if you ask me to buy ink and go to a designated location, it was the pet store that was there. I mean that coward, come on. I thought you'd be in trouble.

"So, what's Coo doing in the pet store?"

"I was feeding the kitten."

Throw the last piece of corn into her mouth, chewing, she said.

My employees, who hated people and thought it was a drawn-in idea, seemed fat enough to find pleasure in adversity. Well, naturally, sighs leak, answering. It came from a grudge and relief. That was it, but the nuts frowned when they saw it, as to what they had mistaken.

"Don't be mad at him. Crewe, you've never been out alone before."

"I don't know what to say."

Looks like a annoying mother, Sputnik thought. Originally, I wasn't going to be as narrow as angry with my child's other, unloved failures, and if I had such a frustrating personality in the first place, my employment relationship with that wouldn't have lasted until today (Konjo).

"Don't you dare, go collect it. - Sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's okay, because kids are their job to fail. Say hello to Crewe."

Smile from inside the counter and wave all the time. Is that margin still coming from being Anna and her brother, the mother of two children?

Well, and. Sputnik scratched his hair lightly to re-compartmentalize his own head. Krew's safety was known, but is she still going to follow - looking at the nuts as she pondered, she was, for some reason, looking down at Sputnik's face. Something, like seeing something odd, a surprised look. When she frowned without knowing the cause, she muttered unexpectedly, "Even you 'bothered me'." But Sputnik wonders what a fool this woman is talking about.

The art of facilitating relationships is a technique that should naturally be acquired as a merchant. Sputnik has also not leaked into examples, touching many commercial enemies and customers, sometimes laughing at them and sometimes feeling the bowel (annoyed) simmering back, learning and gaining skill. There's no way we can do that.

But I will explain that to this woman on purpose.

So Sputnik grinned, pointing to his own head, and answered her with a word.

"Live with it more than Temehe, you idiot."

- Sputnik hurried out of the grocery store in the wake of nut rage.

(cont 'd)