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Yuichi was fast asleep on the sofa. From the smile on his face he seemed pleased to have fallen asleep before me. He didn’t bat an eyelash when I pulled a quilt over him.
I washed the enormous pile of dirty dishes as quietly as possible, and I cried and cried. Of course it wasn’t over having to wash all those dishes; I was crying for having been left behind in the night, paralyzed with loneliness.
Yoshimoto Banana, Kitchen. Trans. Megan Backus.
