The music booming
from below the hillside carried scattered memories from Christina’s
teens. Both of them, and all mixed together.
First she
couldn’t understand why she’d mix up memories from
more than thirty years apart,
but then as the remembered
just how
ancient some of the music was, things fell in place. There
were songs from a time before the idea of a life with fashion ever
entered her mind, and most of them she shared with Ulf, even though
she hadn’t known about him at that time. That came later, as
did her reintroduction to old, and usually pretty awful, music.
Still,
something nagged at her mind, and it wasn’t until an especially
atrocious melody reached her that she remembered how the last weeks
of the first trimester during that awful year brought smiles and
grins to them all. It hadn’t been Ulf’s doing, but rather
Noriko’s and the strange bunch of visitors’ who stayed with them
that summer.
Noriko, I owe
you an apology, and more than a little gratitude.
Christina ended that thought as she turned on her heels and started
walking in search of her friend. You
were the best rival I could ever have wished for.
Less
than a minute she found Noriko chatting with Kyoko, and Christina
felt a wide grin splitting her face open. “Noriko, Ko-chan, do you
remember...”
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