The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

As he followed Lily out into the hallway, Crewe stopped on his feet.

Well, where shall we play? Playing to the guests has left the room that it would interfere with Sputnik's discussions, but wandering around someone else's (one) house on a less casual basis would not be a good attitude as a guest. If you think about that, and you're lost,

"Nha."

There was a short squeal, as if to lead her.

Looking at you, Lily sat down a bit behind the hallway, in front of one room. It's just the room where the dog shop came out when Crewe visited. The door was left open, but I didn't forget to close it, it seemed like I dared to. A door on the evidence is biting a small stopper between it and the floor.

Lily stood up as she glanced at Crewe and walked into the room with her tail up.

Does that mean follow me? I get a little lost and peek inside. Beyond the light lace curtains, in a room with a soft plunge of vermilion sunlight. That's a room lined with lots of stuffed animals and strange toys, and Lily sleeps relaxed trying to get confused by those stuffed animals. So for a moment, I was under the illusion that this was a room filled for Lily.

I realized that prediction was different thanks to the fenced little bed beyond the lily I lay on. Under mobile-like decorations suspended from the ceiling, on the bed. Peeping softly, there lay the little doll, with his arms over his head and his eyes closed - no.

When I realized no, Crewe's heart jumped.

If you look closely, its belly slowly rises and falls, and its nose and eyelids are occasionally sore and cramped. It seemed like a doll. It was, indeed, a creature. I'm here for the pastel pink connection, little kid. The dog shop and Eli's daughter were asleep quietly.

Looking at Lily, she was looking at her cheeks with her hind legs. But his ears are firmly pointing at Krew, and he also seems to be waiting for his thoughts on 'it'. - Well, my sister. Isn't she cute?

Small hands, little feet, little bodies. Cheeks seem soft as ripe peaches, and sleeping indefensibly seems to know not one grudge that spreads to the world.

I've never seen a baby so close. Dog shop and Ellie standing side by side, and this baby sleeping quietly in their arms. Vision such a sight. That's very dusty and warm.

Was that neighborhood deserted Sputnik also around the time when he was relaxing and sleeping in his parents arms? If so, where did you step off the road - when you thought about it and blew it out.

Chikuri, and.

Something stabbed the bottom of Crewe's belly.

……

What seemed to stab me in the back of the umbilical was strange emotions for no reason. Crewe tilted his neck. What the hell is this? At least, it wasn't always the kind of thing I would remember when I saw something cute - if I were to paraphrase it, it was a lot like what I felt when I got lost in just one dark alley in this city that I wasn't used to yet. It was dark to the right and to the left, and when I didn't know if the way to go was right, or if help was coming again, I remembered it, and I diluted it and put it on the tip of the needle.

Cologne. Unexpectedly the wind blew, and the ceiling mobiles - one bedmery, sounded. It's like pointing out a small chunk nestled in the bottom of Crewe's belly.

Emotions gushed, earlier in the needle. That, however, would have grown faster if she had noticed herself.

People have a time when they were babies. I couldn't even eat alone, when my parents protected me and kept me alive. Now both my parents, the doghouse and Eli, and even that Sputnik, should have had that time of year.

Not even that Sputnik.

- Yet.

At that time, I accidentally felt a foreign body. Behind your throat, that's the usual one. The plundering cough twice, then one slightly larger eye, finally the cause of the discomfort rolls out. One purple gem with horns appeared in my hand.

But the stone, slightly to the left above the center, contains (crack) straight. was in purple, reflecting light and sparkling white. What would Sputnik say about this? Do you profane it as a scratchy defect or do you award it as a beautiful stone that changes due to the addition or subtraction of light?

But now Krew doesn't care about that. Better than that.

"Huh."

It was that, unfamiliar voice that pulled the crew into reality when it came to thinking.

Not even words. Plus, I look up all the time. The voice was just around the corner, just in front of Crewe. I didn't even have to look for the source.

The baby in the bed was awake.

Tight eyes reflect the crew across the fence.

Its calm looking eyes are very similar to those of a dog shop. But the iridescent shades definitely belonged to Eli, and I knew exactly what they had created by mixing the two characteristics. It's not even congested in the white eye, it's sober.

But it won't take that long before those adorable eyes are distorted. My eyebrows and eyebrows leaned over, my mouth edge tightened slowly, and from those lips I said, "Huh, uh-huh," my voice leaked.

The moment Crewe thought, oh, cry.

- A large tear splashed out of her eyes.

"Oh, oh, uh, oh, sorry, hey, don't cry, sorry"

Don't even listen to me apologize. I cry out in a voice that just breaks through my eardrum.

I look at Lily for help, but she keeps her eyes closed and asleep, just like usual. Grab the fence and figure out how a baby and I are going to fix our mood, but naturally there is no answer for Crewe who has never touched a baby. The cat you gripped is helpless at all costs.

Crewe stands up without the art of exchange - and.

"Yes, yes, it's rice, I'll prepare it now... oh, Krewe"

From behind, voice. Bikuri and Krew's heart bounced.

Looking back in a hurry, Ellie stood there and Krew's heart beat even louder. Anyway, for Eli now, I'm an impudent intruder who walked into her pretty daughter's room and made her cry.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, your room, I'm in... that, uh, coo, coughed up, I woke up the baby, and, uh, I'm sorry"

I had an excuse, I thought to myself.

But Eli doesn't look like she cared, and when she walks over to the crib, she lifts up my child, who cries with her accustomed hand.

"Yeah? It's okay. It's time for dinner, so I'm sure I just woke up hungry.... Right, Crewe, why don't you give this kid some milk?

"Ku, ku, ku, okay. Mr. Sputnik, I'm leaving."

To Eli's offer, but Crewe waved the first time.

Because I felt like the child had seen me through the bad feelings I had nestled in my belly. Innocent, she held Krew. Isn't that why she cried because it was so horrible? And - I couldn't abandon that assumption, and again, that's why I couldn't stand to be there and suffer.

In a scream of rejection, Crewe bowed his head deeply toward Ellie. I may have said about "excuse me," but I'm not remembered.

Spring in my heart, and fully inflated questions do not shrivel. Leaving the room to escape, Krew thinks as he walks down the hallway.

Sons of man are born by man, and if they never come out of a cabbage or a bat, they never come out of a strand of wood. It's a small figure, something that comes out of my mother's belly.

But suppose.

I wonder why I wasn't held in my mother's arms when I met Sputnik.

I don't think he was holding hands with my father.

- Why did my parents dump me over there?

Crewe doesn't remember anything before he got to that place. When I realized it, I lived the days when men would beat me and kick me in that filthy place. What's more, the memory of life there is also somewhat island-like and I don't remember everything. Lost memories are still lost today.

Sputnik, who rescued her from such an environment - the hospital doctor who was taken to Sputnik to be exact - said that she had probably lost her memory in order to escape from a hard reality, self-defense. If there's nothing wrong with the status quo, he said he should wait until he remembers it naturally one day, and Krew answered, "That's fine," when it was hard to remember being beaten to look at the past.

- It's okay, it's okay.

Walk down the hallway whining words that calm you down. At that time, it didn't matter what you didn't remember, was it not you?

It's okay, no matter what, to me.

I have that guy.

Cross the hallway and reach the former guest room. Still peeking inside through the entrance left open, at the same time,

"What about you?

The dog shop's voice reached my ear.

The two men left behind are talking about something. Pair up with Sputnik listening with his arms, and neither of us seem to have noticed Krew yet. Still, I feel reassured that there is that person there.

It's okay, as long as this guy is here, I am. I wanted to hold onto an emotion similar to the loneliness that didn't spring up in the back of my belly, and Crewe tried to call my employer's name - the moment the dog shop asked him one thing.

And listen to that, too, she said.

At that time, I felt very strange.

"Do you want to have a belt or do you want to accompany a woman (one)? Isn't Mr. Sputnik here?"

It's like your feet are crumbling apart.

The caller's name, his voice, misted beautifully without leaking through his throat. I feel left alone in a vast, dark space that is much more lonely than alleys and such.

possession. The meaning of the word, I knew. It means having a family. I say we find a mate and stand next to him.

- Besides yourself, next to someone?

The moment I got to thinking there, I felt like I was stirred all over my head at once.

I can't get my emotions together. Mix in your head like a simmered stew.

Crewe also knew very well that he was a bad feminine. Until now, though, I knew it was all a 'play' for him, so Crewe just - of course, I was angry and I cried - didn't take it that seriously. Because Crewe knew he would definitely come back to the store when he finished playing.

But.

What is a location? I didn't expect to accompany you. The meaning of the word was never that of 'play'. And the answer to that (how about) could have been that one day he would leave from next to himself.

Not only parents. - Not even him, again.

What does Sputnik say to that question? Some answers are close to a death sentence, and Krew waits breathlessly for it.

But luckily, I didn't have to ask the answer.

Because Sputnik and the kennel store realized Crewe existed.

"Oh."

"Coo."

His, shooting grey eyes, calling her nickname, reflected her.

He seems to be blamed for stealing and listening, and Crewe takes a step back - but realizes there's no escape, and stands up on the spot.

To her like that, Sputnik said.

That was not angry or scolding again, it was a perfectly usual tone.

"Have you had enough cats?"

"Ah... yes"

"Then sit down. 'Cause I'm gonna keep talking."

Crewe replied accordingly. I don't remember exactly what I answered. With his blurry head, he goes back to the couch and sits down just like he did earlier, but the pleasant mood he remembered then didn't come back at all.

Several booklets (brochures) placed on the table. Maybe Sputnik brought it for the couple.

Seeing the words written there, Crewe desperately enjoyed the fact that he was about to cry out.

- "With love from my family"

(cont 'd)