Mrs. Hoshimi was evidently not very interested in this affectionate gesture of her best friend, but she did not refuse.
After quietly waiting for Mrs. Kasahara to get enough of playing and let go, she shook her head two or three times, restoring her hair to its original straight hanging shape, and calmly looked at the courtyard.
The sunlight was at its peak.
Amidst the roar of the lawnmower, the young man wasn't even wearing a sunhat, working hard under the intense sunlight.
The glaring light and the scorching temperature seemed to pose no problem for him.
Mrs. Hoshimi curiously wondered, isn't he hot?
He should be hot, because a few streams of sweat were rolling down his neck, and sweat stains appeared on the back of his overalls. Yet he was still working with single-minded focus, unsure whether it was due to extreme concentration or sheer willpower.
