was needed.

    Keisuke announced t omac’ve caug need a crap.”

    “ you go ?” Junko said.

    “Yea you?”

    “Don’t  Jun,” Miyake said. “I’ll see her home. She’ll be fine.”

    “Okay, t the beach.

    “,” Junko said, ss carried aoo much.”

    “I kno it’s no good being too sensible  spoils t s, too.”

    “Maybe so, but  use hing.”

    “Some t ’s not easy being young.”

    t for a e ts and letting time floe paths.

    t it?”

    “ kind of something?”

    “Something personal.”

    Miyake scratcubbly c of  kno’d be okay.”

    “I  wondering if, maybe, you had a wife somewhere.”

    Miyake pulled t of , opened it, and took a long, slo on to , and looked at Junko.

    “ come from all of a sudden?”

    “It’s not all of a sudden. I kind of got tarted talking about t you once told me, about  about tching a fire.”

    “I did?”

    “And do you oo?”

    “Yup. two of ’em.”

    “In Kobe, right?”

    “t’s here.”

    “here in Kobe?”

    “tion. Up in t muchere.”

    Miyake narro turned o the fire.

    “t’s  . I’m not using my brain any more t king. I t I mean.”

    “Do you  to tell me more?”

    “No,” Miyake said. “I really don’t.”

    “Okay, I’ll stop, t I hink you’re a good person.”

    “t’s not tip of a brancell me, Jun,  about o die?”

    Junko pondered then shook her head.

    “ell, I t it all time,” Miyake said.

    “o die?”

    “Locked inside a refrigerator,”  ime. Some kid is play