Asuka worked some of it into a forkful of spaghetti, then inserted the whole thing into her mouth. ‘What a combination!’ she said to herself. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her thoughts turned to memories of her grandfather. Her primary school entrance ceremony – and after that, middle and high school too. He’d always been the one who was there for her – not her mother or father, but Chichiro. Her grandfather. ‘Looks like we got it right, then?’ asked Nagare, emerging from the kitchen. ‘Yep,’ Asuka replied simply as she dabbed at her cheeks with a handkerchief.
