Kyoko watched as Yukio poured half a sack of
briquettes onto the grill. There was a lot more soot and black hands
compared to Urufu's handiwork just a metre away. Apparently even
something as simple as preparing the barbecue was a learned skill.
It taught her two things she hadn't thought of
before. That what's mundane for one person is exotic for another, and
that Swedes spent just too much time burning food and eating outdoors
during summer.
If they're frantic enough to learn
all this, what are their winters like? A picture of Hokkaido came
unbidden to her mind and she shivered despite the warm summer's
evening.
“What time is it?” Yukio asked after looking
at his hands and his mostly white shirt.
Urufu grinned and helped wipe his hands off. Then
he looked at the sky. “Nine, give or take fifteen minutes.”
Yukio shook his head. “And the sun still gives
warmth. This place is a miracle.”
“You're just unused to it. Just like I was back
then during the beach trips.”
Do you mean the first or the second one? Kyoko
thought. I wonder if you really remember very
much of the first one to that Wakayama place.
She was overflowing with memories, and along those memories followed
the intense infatuation she had shared with Yukio. But it grew to
real love, didn't it? she thought and hugged her
husband from behind.
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