After the Storm Page #2

when I was in high school.

It's grown so much.

It doesn't flower or bear fruit.

But I water it every day like it's you.

That's not a nice thing to say.

But it feeds the caterpillars.

The other day, one of them turned

into a butterfly with a blue pattern.

I'll show you a picture later.

Don't bother.

So it's useful for something.

I'm useful for something, too.

In that case...

The typhoon's coming,

so please move the pots over to the wall.

Sure thing.

That's easy enough.

Oh, dear.

I definitely took care of that

on Saturday.

I'll go back to the bank tomorrow

and ask them.

Knock, knock.

No, I'm not lying. I really...

Hello? Hello?

Knock, knock.

Yeah, what?

What is it?

I'll make coffee. Let's eat that cake.

Oh, sure.

What were you doing?

What? Nothing.

Why lock it then? What was the call about?

The new guy at the office is so useless.

It must be tough,

eavesdropping and sneaking into homes.

I saw it on TV.

We're not cops, so it's easy.

Don't risk your life.

You're my only son, after all.

I'll be fine.

I'm just conducting research for my novel.

Fine, then.

But I can't even tell my big brother

what you really do.

I know.

Staying for dinner?

I wasn't expecting you,

so I only have noodles.

- I better get going.

- Please don't go.

You sound like you're about to die.

Is it work?

Yeah. I'm in charge, after all.

One for you.

What's that?

Spending money.

Buy yourself some classical CD's.

It's okay. I've got my pension.

I get by just fine.

Come on, take it. Let me do this for once.

Are you sure? In that case, I accept.

While you're at it, buy me a condo.

The Shibatas

moved out of their three-bedroom.

Don't push it.

I know you can't afford it.

I'm the great talents bloom late type.

You're taking too long to bloom.

Hurry up, or I'll haunt you.

Stop it.

- Thai three-bedroom.

- You don't need it.

Thanks for helping.

Climbing up and down four flights of steps

makes me wheeze.

Ru open n.

But today's not the day

for paper recycling.

Don't worry. No one's looking.

Yes, they were. They were staring at me.

Professor!

Oh, hello.

This is my son, the novelist.

- Oh, yes. Hello.

- How do you do?

This is Professor Niida.

I've been taking classes from him.

Thank you.

I read your book, The Empty House.

- The Empty Table.

- Yes, yes. Table.

Is that based on a true story

from your life?

No, it's fictional.

Oh, I see.

The depiction of the older sister

was so realistic.

And her fights with her mother-in-law.

Thanks. You're too kind.

He always had good grades

in reading and writing.

Genius is apparent at an early age.

You have real flair.

See you on Wednesday, then.

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