"Senior, you're cheating!"
"You two watch closely; this is my real strength!"
"Eh, the paper's out."
"Let's go, let's pick up the ones outside and continue competing!"
On the sunlit lawn, paper airplanes swirled endlessly, patches of bush clover and foxtail grass grew wildly. Through the green leaves of the bush clover, it seemed like several butterflies were fluttering. The cat chased after the butterflies and the paper airplanes, tumbling over several times.
"Himeko, do you think this is okay?" Mrs. Hoshimi folded her arms, looking worried.
"Why not?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at the yard, her youngest daughter clutching a paper airplane in both hands, joyfully running on the grass. In the bright sunlight, her face, so much like her own, appeared so fair it was almost translucent.
"She's led my Rinko astray." Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at her own daughter's equally flawless face.
