s are ready to put us eastern ‘farm boys’ do t. I give up,” Keisuke said. “But seriously, t ? You must V?”

    “Let’s c,” Miyake said. “hiskey?”

    “You bet.”

    “Jun?”

    “Just a little,” Junko said.

    Miyake pulled a tal flask from t of  and  to Keisuke, ed off to  touco t down and sucked in a sh.

    “t is great!”  to be a ty-one-year-old single malt! Super stuff! Aged in oak. You can tish angels.”

    “Give me a break, Keisuke. It’s t Suntory you can buy.”

    Next it urn. Sook ttle into tried a feiny sips. S cer t special  to omacouc, Miyake took one quiet s all at once, but in sloages. t  t Miyake’s bonfires. t and gentle, like an expert caress,  it—to warm people’s s.

    Junko never said muced all tood, and forgave. A family, a real family, .

    Junko came to touffed all to a Boston bag, and run arain to t at random until sokorozao ttle seaside spot in Ibaraki Prefecture, a toor’s across from tation sment, and took a job at a convenience store on t o e: Don’t  me, and please don’t look for me, I’m doing fine.

    So deat stand t of ten on tle. On oget proud and strong to reet  ed near tary sco groo sed to look at range neer s-six in to  all.

    Plus, o boast about. Near top of ered middle scion time it  tom, and s into  to say t supid: s couldn’t concentrate. Sarted. ried to concentrate,   o breat became irregular. Attending sce torture.

    Not long after stled in to surfer. all, dyed iful straigeettled in Ibaraki for its