Thank you for your help! ^_^
She attacked the food – cucumber salad and soupy rice with eggs – with gusto.
It was midday. From the building’s garden we could hear the shouts of children playing in the springlike weather. The plants near the window, enveloped in the gentle sunlight, sparkled bright green; far off in the pale sky, thin clouds gently flowed, suspended. It was a warm, lazy afternoon.
I couldn’t have dreamed of this yesterday morning, this scene of having breakfast at the house of someone I had just met, and it felt very strange. There we were, eating breakfast, all sorts of things set out directly on the floor (there was no table). The sunlight shone through our cups, and our cold green tea reflected prettily against the floor.
Suddenly Eriko looked me full in the face. “Yuichi told me before that you reminded him of Woofie, a dog we used to have. And you know – it’s really true.”
“His name was Woofie?”
“Yes, or Wolfie.”
“Hmm,” I said, thinking, “Woofie.”
“You have the same nice eyes, the same nice hair. …When I saw you for the first time yesterday, I had to force myself not to laugh. You really do look like him.”
“Is that right?” Not that I believed I looked like a dog, but I thought, if Woofie was a Saint Bernard, that would be pretty awful.
“When Woofie died I couldn’t get Yuichi to eat a bite, not a grain of rice, nothing. So it follows that Yuichi feels close to you. I can’t guarantee it’s romantic, though!”
Mom shook with laughter.
“Okay,” I said.
