"And so. About a third of the city's revenue stream is thus gained by selling flowers to another town. Do you understand?
"Yes."
Cheerful reply, very fine.
After being briefed by a flower market attendant, she turns to me with some anticipation. When Sputnik found himself standing a little further away, he hurried to run and start reporting.
"Mr. Sputnik, Mr. Sputnik"
"Yes."
"The city of Riafiat is, uh, more or less"
but the hard-working report is quickly interrupted and remains silent for a while with glistening eyes. He seems to be thinking of something, but he didn't seem to recall it in the end.
"Eh."
Looking back. The attendant, who followed me on foot, put his hand on his mouth and whispered and sneaked up to Crewe.
"A third"
"A third is made of flowers!
…………
She spreads her arms wide and floats her face.
I'm so lost in my response. I see the attendant once with an ambiguous look, but just smile and smile over there.
Sputnik finally uttered a short response when he mixed the mixing emotions with his thin breath and vomited out of his nose.
"... well. Wow."
"That's amazing."
It doesn't matter to Sputnik how the city's economy is made up. So that's how the reply would be terribly appropriate because it doesn't resonate and doesn't reach anything in his mind where he bragged about it. But even with that answer, she laughs so happily.
If this is a good idea, let's say Sputnik gives up and laughs too.
Crewe's runaway noise the other day.
As a result, her 'runaway plan' ended up being exposed to parents (Sputnik) without leading to implementation, but with regard to the matter,
"Lack of communication with employees."
I said it was Elsa, the waitress at the coffee shop Fine.
On the way home from the carriage rental shop, I asked Krew why he was so restless that he confessed to the coffee shop Fine that he had already booked lunches for the runaway - both of them.
He preached again not to do anything unsolicited, and took a slightly discouraged crew to cancel his lunch box, and Elsa was so angry at Sputnik, not Crew.
"You have to try to understand more about Crewe. Especially at a delicate age, so you have to look at him as a guardian."
"As a guardian, je"
"I don't think so, Mr. Sputnik. You don't drink and hang out with women every night, do you?
…………
"Right?"
"… reduced"
"Okay."
For some reason even Krew nods loudly with his chest stretched.
Why is Crewe's apologetic leg replacing his sermon to Sputnik at some point? Evil Kid (Krew) moves next to Elsa whenever he does, with his hands on his hips and face. Until earlier, he said he had a strange look on his face, but he's a quick turnover.
Frowning. and Elsa misunderstood the change as directed at herself, or shook a little bit of the tip of the finger of the person who stood with the tip of the ponytail. "Are you listening properly?," with a novel.
"Yes, I'll let you know just in case, Mr. Sputnik. You can't just play less nights."
"Do you still have it... what"
"I told you. Communicate, communicate."
"Komiyu-kyu-shin"
Ignore the crew you haven't been able to say.
"I'm going to make sure my benefits are fulfilled."
"That's natural as an employer. But that's not all. 'Cause Sputnik would be the guardian before he was Crewe's employer, wouldn't he?
Yeah, say it, say it like this.
I'm sure they would have said that if they were nuts.
"For example?"
"For example, you know, hey - the day the store's off, taking you somewhere to play"
Sputnik still doesn't know if that suggestion was ever really what he said about Krew, or if it was the sales of his own shop's lunch department.
Just in any case, the moment Crewe understood what it meant, he raised his hands and cheered, and earlier than Sputnik protested, she glanced at him with great pleasure. And I don't put my hair down for a while, and I want to go there, here and there and hope for the first time.
It was easy to truncate Crewe in one word by adding gestures and gestures to make him look like he would enjoy himself. No matter how much you were an employer and guardian, you have no right to fulfill her request until you return your holiday.
But.
Not from Crewe, from another direction, a stinging gaze around his shoulder. When I asked the owner, his expression was the one that was grinningly distorted but his eyes weren't laughing at all.
"You know what I mean, right?" - It's hard to convey your firm opposite intentions while you take that gaze.
In the end, he swallowed the condition that he would go to visit regularly to communicate.
And today, for the second time.
It's a zoo. An aquarium, and it's this flower market that invited her to name all the things that aren't in this town for a reason that she should start by knowing where she lives again. I had presented it everywhere, but in fact Crewe seemed to be fine anywhere if he could go to visit somewhere, combined with the first orchard, and I was happy to follow him even though it was a nearby place.
Sit side by side on a bench in formation. As Sputnik lowered the basket between them, Crewe drew it toward himself.
"Mr. Sputnik, please sit down. I'll prepare it for you."
Saying, she opens the basket lid. It won't be a big 'prep' or anything, but let's just say that makes me feel better about this. Inside were two more baskets, a water bottle on the side and two cups.
Little baskets, one in one. When Krew took out the one with the blue ribbon, he gave it to Sputnik with a full smile.
"Go ahead."
"Ah."
And when you take out the pink ribbon, you're on your own knees.
When you put your hand on the clasp,
"Ah, Mr. Sputnik"
I was accidentally called by name. Turning to you, the look of a young man taking his hat and greeting him. The mailman.
Keep your basket on the bench and get up and say hello.
"Hi."
"There was a express. What do you want to do? The store will be away, can I have a mailbox, or"
Letter. Is what you receive an invoice or a job request?
... or.
"No. Let's take it now"
"Bye."
Put your hand in the bag and a letter. Looks like there's still a lot of work left to look in the bag. Left early enough.
It wasn't an invoice, it wasn't a job request.
Both the handwriting and the seal of the sealing wax are familiar. At the same time, I think of one woman's, unscrupulous grin. The contents are probably - but
"Ugh."
Sesame seeds.
Something hit my back when I tried to open the letter.
"Ugh."
The second time.
Not as painless, but combined with a mysterious groan, it is not a phenomenon that could have been ignored.
Looking back. And the third shot just went into Sputnik's flank.
Inside is a chestnut hunk. Apparently, a blocked crew with both hands holding a basket was poking his head in his back.
"... what"
Ask. And I took a step back. And the look that turned this way, angry, the cheeks of things that are not, are swollen, the eyebrows are leaning over, and the lips are puffy and trembling.
"You can't do your job"
"Ah?"
"It's your day off."
When I ran out of words, she turned to me. - Speaking of which, during Elsa's sermon, I felt like I had arranged that.
This letter was asked for an answer in a hurry, and I would like to read it as soon as I can, but at the same time as I started reading it, I can't afford to be snatched away and torn away.
Sputnik clasped his shoulders at the crew pointing his lips in dissatisfaction.
"I get it. I'll see you at work."
I'll write to you in my ass pocket, eat lunch more than that, and I'll point you to her basket with my gaze.
And Crewe hugged the basket all the time.
And you still laugh happily, as you expected.
"Yes."