ABSTRACT
Since he just stood with a cigarette in his mouth by Tamae's bedside, she had to ask, lifting her eyes from the magazine, "How'd it go?" Sakuo was not so tender as to report: Mother, it was thus and so today. So she asked, "How'd it go?" but he grinned, dragging a cushion with the tip of his toe toward him. "No good, because you're a parent with no paternal piety, honey," he stuck out his red tongue and kept on exhaling rings of smoke.
