ABSTRACT
Yesterday, I came back from a trip to Tokyo in order to be in time for Alyosha’s birthday. I phoned Kyōko from the airport and arranged for her to meet me at the bus station. When I arrived, she was looking pale. Alyosha had had an accident. His teacher had phoned about an hour before, saying something about the boy having hit his head while diving into the school swimming pool. There was nothing to worry about, but-just as a precaution (nen no tame)—Alyosha had better be seen by a doctor.
