Reimu's cheeks had flushed red every time she followed the stray Marisa's movements with her eyes.Tossing the laundry basket into the room, the woman shook Reimu......whose little mouth softly moved.Reimu's gaze was fixed on one point....when Reimu abruptly came to a halt.In the shadow of a telephone pole was a yukkuri wearing a large, black hat.That Marisa...is taking it...amazingly easy...The woman turned her eyes to follow Reimu's line of sight.Some time ago, the woman had gone out onto the veranda with Reimu to take in the washing...
