"Why can't you think of your sister?"
"Because your sister is right here."
"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi turned around to look at her daughter, admonishingly saying, "This child's mouth is too deceitful; be careful not to be tricked."
Hoshimi Rinko followed their gazes, looking over. The white daffodils swayed in the wind.
"Why think of me?" she asked.
"These flowers look elegant, with a very celestial aura, much like our senior," said Fujiwara Reya, then turned to Mrs. Hoshimi, complaining, "But she acts so graceful in front of others yet always gets mad at me, so fierce and unreasonable."
Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head slightly, "And whose fault is that?"
The brilliant sunshine, the breeze swaying shadowed leaves, the two of them exchanged knowing smiles by the shimmering Sumida River.
"Can you please stop treating me as an outsider?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked, feigning anger.
Hoshimi Rinko shot her mother a cold glance.
