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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;===&lt;noinclude&gt;Stopping in Along the Way. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 3===  &quot;Whoa … &quot;  Noriko-chan said as she looked up at the tall, sturdy gates.  &quot;You&#039;re sure this isn&#039;t a park?&quot;  Ev...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Stopping in Along the Way. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 3===  &amp;quot;Whoa … &amp;quot;  Noriko-chan said as she looked up at the tall, sturdy gates.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re sure this isn&amp;#039;t a park?&amp;quot;  Ev...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Stopping in Along the Way. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 3===&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Whoa … &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noriko-chan said as she looked up at the tall, sturdy gates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re sure this isn&amp;#039;t a park?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone probably had the same reaction when they first visited the Ogasawara family, because their estate was conspicuous even for the exclusive residential area it was in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not to scale on this map.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She tapped the piece of paper. Indeed, their destination was marked by a small rectangle, labeled as &amp;quot;Ogasawara&amp;quot; with an arrow pointing to it. It probably would have looked messy if she&amp;#039;d outlined their entire estate, so she&amp;#039;d only marked out the position of the entrance. Yumi had quickly cottoned on to this, since she&amp;#039;d been there before, but Noriko-chan didn&amp;#039;t seem to realize until she got there. She&amp;#039;d been saying things like, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s strange that she didn&amp;#039;t put her neighbors on the map,&amp;quot; and, &amp;quot;It looks like she&amp;#039;s surrounded on both sides by a parking lot, or a municipal garden.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In contrast to that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is your first time here too, right, Shimako-san? You seem to be taking it in quite calmly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not at all. I&amp;#039;m too surprised to speak.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But your house is pretty big, isn&amp;#039;t it onee-sama?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From what Noriko-chan was saying, it seemed as though Shimako-san&amp;#039;s house was just one part of the rather large temple grounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But that&amp;#039;s the temple. Our family&amp;#039;s private space is rather modest.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So rather than being their private property, it was the parishioners&amp;#039;, a place for locals to gather, that sort of thing. It wasn&amp;#039;t a tourist attraction, but the building was quite old so a lot of work went into preserving it, and there were always people coming and going, so from time to time it felt like living in a borrowed place. It seemed like it was quite tough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at her watch, it was three minutes to twelve. Since they took their time because they were a bit lost, Yumi calculated that the 20 minute one-way trip had taken closer to 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She&amp;#039;d heard that when visiting someone&amp;#039;s house you should arrive five minutes late, but she wasn&amp;#039;t sure if that referred to when you arrived on their property or when you took off your shoes and entered into their house. It wouldn&amp;#039;t make much difference for a normal house, but the gap was a couple of minutes at the Ogasawara house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They were a bit early, but it&amp;#039;d be strange to hang around on the sidewalk too, so Yumi pressed the intercom buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was it Sachiko-sama or Sayako-oba-sama? A refined lady&amp;#039;s voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is Fukuzawa Yumi. I have Shimako-san and Noriko-chan with me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;quot;Welcome. I&amp;#039;ll open the gates so come inside. Rei and Yoshino-chan are already here.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The correct answer was Sachiko-sama. Sayako-oba-sama probably wouldn&amp;#039;t refer to Rei-sama as &amp;quot;Rei,&amp;quot; without an honorific.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The door opened automatically and the trio stepped onto the Ogasawara estate, still feeling a bit overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Inside was a forest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, that was obviously a metaphor. A single road traced a gentle curve through the tall trees. Like it was hiding what was at the end of it from outside. Exiting the forest, they saw the front of a large house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not even surprised any more.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noriko-chan said. Indeed. Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s house was so far removed from a normal house that it would be exhausting to react to each and every thing. After a certain amount of surprise, it was better to just accept it as &amp;quot;that&amp;#039;s how it is.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the car-park on the right, two bicycles were parked in an empty spot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I wonder if those are Yoshino-san and Rei-sama&amp;#039;s.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They both looked to be shiny and new. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe they&amp;#039;d both bought replacements for the new year. How extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They set that idle speculation aside and made their way to the building&amp;#039;s front entrance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
According to protocol, the next step was to ring the doorbell. Since she&amp;#039;d visited a couple of times before, Yumi thought she should take the initiative and perform that role.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Umm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&amp;#039;s right. She pulled on the chain in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(… It&amp;#039;s heavy.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After feeling a bit of resistance, she heard the sound of a small bell ringing, announcing the presence of Yumi and friends to those inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Sachiko-sama that came to greet them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The trio offered their greeting. It wasn&amp;#039;t like they&amp;#039;d rehearsed it, but their voices were in perfect unison.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama was wearing a light-blue komon kimono with a stepping stone pattern. Her maroon haori jacket was the same as last year. Her long hair was loosely braided and held up with an ornate hairpin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, come inside.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama gestured at the row of slippers and Yumi&amp;#039;s group took off their jackets and said, &amp;quot;Pardon our intrusion,&amp;quot; then removed their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi had a quick glance and saw that Yoshino-san&amp;#039;s and Rei-sama&amp;#039;s shoes were lined up next to theirs. From her position, she couldn&amp;#039;t see any men&amp;#039;s shoes. It looked like it really was women-only. Even though they were related, it seemed as though Kashiwagi-san had been excluded after all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here, Yumi-sama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before they started walking down the hallway, Noriko-chan offered her the shopping bag filled with souvenirs from the shrine food stalls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scrupulous junior, in every possible way. The future looked bright … although, she was already reliable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking ahead of them, Sachiko-sama spoke softly, so that only Yumi could hear, saying, &amp;quot;Your New Year&amp;#039;s card arrived on New Year&amp;#039;s day.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was such a minor thing but Yumi was overjoyed to hear that it had arrived on time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why was it so? She felt comfortably pleased, like she&amp;#039;d been secretly passed some sweet cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They were led to a traditional Japanese style room, the location of their New Year&amp;#039;s party.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were glasses, drinks and food spread out across the two low tables, so it was already quite party-like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, Happy New Year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rei-sama said, noticing the three newcomers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her outfit was a blue sweater over a white shirt with plain jeans, which was closest to Yumi&amp;#039;s casual look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year. Oh, Shimako-san&amp;#039;s wearing a kimono.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-san said, having rushed over when she heard the exchange of greetings. She was wearing a gray and cream checked pantsuit, which was an unusually boyish style.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sayako-oba-sama~. Yumi-san&amp;#039;s group has arrived.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:MM_v23_071.jpg|thumb]] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-san called to outside the room, in a hurry to get the greetings done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sayako-oba-sama asked me to tell her when you arrived.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-san was comfortable enough to call her &amp;quot;Sayako-oba-sama,&amp;quot; even though it was their first meeting. Well, Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s mother was very easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you ride here, Yoshino-san?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Both your bikes are shiny and new.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-san puffed her chest out with pride, saying, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s great isn&amp;#039;t it?&amp;quot; Across from her, Sachiko-sama asked Rei-sama:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, you got a new one too, Rei? What happened to the bike you had last time?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It broke.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rei-sama answered ruefully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My uncle bought me a new one at the end of year sales.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It broke? Haven&amp;#039;t you had many years of riding and fixing bicycles?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The damage was bad enough to write it off, so it was decommissioned … that sort of thing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rei-sama glanced at Yoshino-san. But Yoshino-san was looking firmly into the future. It looked as though she was heavily involved in whatever events led to Rei-sama&amp;#039;s beloved bicycle being decommissioned. Especially since the uncle that Rei-sama mentioned was Yoshino-san&amp;#039;s father.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As for Sayako-oba-sama, who had been called earlier.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She appeared carrying a tree branch of some sort, with lots of red berries in the green leaves. She was wearing a black kimono, so the scattering of red made it look like a pattern drawn onto the sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy New Year, Yumi-chan. And, you two are – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayako-oba-sama turned her gaze to the White Rose soeurs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m Toudou Shimako.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m her petit soeur, Nijou Noriko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Pleased to meet you, Shimako-chan and Noriko-chan. You can call me Sayako. The household staff are having a break today so we can&amp;#039;t offer you much hospitality but let&amp;#039;s have fun together.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It went without saying that the White Rose soeurs were immediately struck by Sayako-oba-sama&amp;#039;s charm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mother, you&amp;#039;re dripping water.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama pointed at the branch Sayako-oba-sama was carrying, where water was trickling to the stem and then dripping down. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, oh no. I was right in the middle of a flower arrangement. I asked Rei-san to pick some coralberry from her garden and bring it along.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The beautiful lady said, &amp;quot;This is a disaster, such a disaster,&amp;quot; as she unhurriedly returned to the hallway, while the younger visitors watched on enraptured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Except for one, her daughter Sachiko-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She&amp;#039;s the same as ever, isn&amp;#039;t she?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She sighed, then took a tissue from her kimono and wiped away the drops of water on the tatami mat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, like a detective, or police dog, inspecting the scene of the crime, she followed after Sayako-oba-sama, carefully wiping up each of the drops that had fallen to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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