When she was done, she gazed at the now-empty dish for a moment, before joining her palms together and thanking Nagare for the meal. ‘How old is your grandfather now?’ asked Nagare, who had been watching her finish the meal. ‘He turned seventy-five last month,’ replied Asuka. ‘Still young, isn’t he! Well, I hope this spaghetti triggers some memories.’ ‘I hope so too . . .’ said Asuka in a quiet voice.
