The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Climb the stairs of the condo where the customer lives.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Roku, shichi, hachi, kyu, no, jyu."

Shake the decorated cat jab on the ribbon and follow it in a few empty steps after the crew that goes up as you count step by step. As she looked unwittingly at the tip of her bouncing hair, which swayed every time she proceeded down the stairs, she accidentally looked back at Sputnik as she reached the dance floor.

"This is crazy, Mr. Sputnik."

"What?"

Crewe tells him with a serious look as he asks, anticipating it, though it will be another hangover anyway.

"The number of stairs is different. There were twelve steps when I counted before, and now there are only ten."

Isn't that because of the 'of' sandwiched by the way?

It is troublesome to explain even though you think, not to put it into words. How Sputnik took the silence, Crewe put his fist (kobushi) holding the cat jaw against his chin, slightly leaning down and making a guess.

"This could be the wrinkled snail of that famous monster," Stair Hidden ""

"Right. Oh, my God."

Answer in a mood that doesn't matter on this one.

Say famous, but at least I never heard of Sputnik. Perhaps some kind of book, or "Kowaii Hanashi," which is popular among children, is the source.

"By the way, what happens when that monster hides the stairs?"

"It will be a flawed dwelling"

"... that's tough"

It was a realistic phenomenon besides thoughts.

Mr. Eli, the house is in trouble! and stands on the dance floor catching up with Crewe, who calls the customer's name and shouts noisy things, and walks straight past her. "That said," he murmured as he stepped out onto the stairs that followed.

"The stairs that came are all connected. Doesn't look like we've lost a few steps."

"... if you ask me, yes"

"Didn't you get a new kind of staircase cover that improved the variety so that it wouldn't be a flawed home when you left?"

"I see."

To Sputnik's badly apt guess, Krew nodded with a face that looked extremely serious, and he sure as hell was just fine. and answer with a mouthful that I'm not sure if I really know. Seeing the stairs that came up and down only once, that seemed to make me less interested in the mysterious monster, and I followed him on his early feet.

- Better than that.

"Let's just get this done and go home. I have business tonight."

I didn't say what was there, but it seems from the rules of thumb I thought about what was hiding behind that word. He tells me to throw up, in the same tone as his wife.

"Are you a woman again?"

"It's none of your child's business, Cotto"

Avoid making explicit statements. When I looked at her over the shoulder and answered her meaningfully, as expected, Crewe mumbled as usual.

"It's unhealthy."

It's healthy for adults.

to the voice from behind, but this time I don't look back. Just walk up the stairs and reach the hall, walking down the door-to-door hallway.

I've stopped complaining from Krew, but I can tell by the signs I'm behind it, so I don't see anything special. Walking at a rate that is not bitter to follow even at her stride width - is it the illusion that Sputnik's belly creates that something heavy and dull black can be felt in the mix of those silent signs? Tickle and you get ahead of yourself, feeling like you've been stabbed multiple times at the tip of a needle, and eventually you get to the front of the house you want.

Match the note with the address to the house number, match. Just in case, get confirmation from Krew, who has visiting experience.

"It's all right here."

"I don't know. Pum."

But as always, she just swells her cheeks and turns the day after tomorrow. Seems unwilling to answer his question.

Then I have an idea. Step straight from the desired house, move aside.

"Then let's go next to it. Kontachi -"

"Oh, not that way. Shh!

Crewe jumped in a hurry to Sputnik, who put his hand on the neighbor's call bell.

Hands crazily and inadvertently press the call bell around her body and fasten at the inches. I cooled my liver for a moment, but it was a sneer to show her how it looked - grinning.

"Mr. Boulder Crewe, do it. Whatever you say, at the end of the day, you'll tell me."

"... Mr. Sputnik's idiot!

I realised I had fitted it properly during surgery. She roughs up her voice and grabs it, but that stuff doesn't hurt or itch. When Sputnik tried to grin at him that he shouldn't be a customer and have unproductive language,

"Oh, I knew it"

Out of sight, I heard a voice.

When I turned, the house next door - the door to the right place to visit - was open and one woman was showing her face from that gap. Admitting the two of you, he's laughing like a prank.

Release the hand I grabbed, and Crewe called her by her name.

"Mr. Ellie."

"I thought I heard a voice, so I came to see it, after all. There you are, Crewe, Mr. Sputnik. Thank you for taking the time to visit."

"Nyaa."

Then there was another voice.

It doesn't belong to people. It belongs to the black and ash tiger cat (Tabby), who manifested his face from between her legs. Sputnik looked familiar to it. It was only when I first saw it that the kitten itself, "She," now completely looks like an adult cat.

When Crewe sat down on the spot, he called the name gladly.

"Lily! Long time no see!

"Nyaa."

The female cat, known as Lily, rang with her mouth wide open as if she understood Crewe's words.

Lily is Eli's cat. I've been Krew's favorite since he was sold to a pet store, and I've been on edge with that husband Eli and taken care of a lot of things, and it seems that during Eli's bachelor years, Krew used to go and visit her house. However,

"Krew used to want me today, too. I've missed you and Lily ever since I moved into my current home."

"Oh, uh, the"

Ever since she got married, she stopped visiting. He seemed to say no to the long haul "in time," even if he invited me to meet him in the city. But Sputnik knew it wasn't Krew's intention. Because...

Krew looks away from Eli like he's in trouble and turns to his feet, then looks up at him with only his gaze. But when Sputnik leaned down again sooner than what to tell him, he answered Eli's question with a blurry and hard to hear voice.

"It would be rude to go to the newlyweds' house too often," he said.

"Oh, man. Who said that?... that's decided if you're going to tell Krew that."

Lifting her eyes deliberately, Eli looked at Sputnik.

"You're a terrible person, Mr. Sputnik. Thanks to you, Krew, you stopped coming to see me, and I was approximate when ordering the ring, and even today, when you came to ask me what I was planning, I would recommend it with tea if you like, but I would hurry back and say, 'I have work to do'. I've been worried that I might have done something wrong."

"It was... a good word, but it seems to have been imitated."

"Totally. If you're stupid about that guy, 'I wonder if maybe it's because I'm here, Crewe. I wonder if you don't like me' is a sink. I said," I might be, "too."

I'm probably talking about that guy, her husband. Sputnik laughs bitterly when he does say 'that'.

- Sputnik was realizing that Eli's anger was not a real one, it was just a pose. And that's why the "anger" drop point also knew.

Sputnik replied. This is not so much a relationship between a customer and a merchant as a guardian of Crewe.

"That's very, very rude of you. Play with this again, if you don't mind Mr. Eli."

Then Ellie grinned just waiting for the word.

"Of course. So, Crewe, it's also about getting an overprotective boyfriend foreword retraction, and please feel free to come back and visit me like before. Right?"

"Ha!... or, he, he, he, you know, that's it"

"Ugh. - Please come up. You're welcome."

That's Sputnik and Krew, words addressed to both of us. Krew tries to follow Lily back inside the room with a tail wave, and Sputnik turns his head deep down and knocks at the door as he "excuses" Eli.

On the shelves are placed the luminous ornamental plants, and there is no dust in the decorated trinkets and lampshades. It is a doorway to a small, beautiful and calm atmosphere that is well known to be cared for every day.

And behind the hallway that runs straight from there, there were people. Apparently, I just got out of the room. When he met Sputnik, he let him bow his head small.

"Ah, there you are. Thank you for taking the time today. I heard you took care of your wife and daughter and made it a visiting business."

Still the same low back and stink. Sputnik and the like make me want to throw up one of the poisons when I see a guy like this - even a guy like this looks like he has one of the attractions from the opposite sex (Eli) because he's found a partner in his life this way.

"Welcome and thank you for your work request today. You called me in. You got great, too, huh?

"Didn't I tell you you'd be here... thank you for today"

And Eli's husband, he's - he's familiar with the nickname "The Dog Shop" by the city's residents.

I smiled as if I was weak, not different from the first time I saw him.

(cont 'd)