In the heavy rain, we hurried to Ueno station for the time being. When we arrived at the station, we looked at each other and laughed unintentionally. Both of us were soaked at the maximum wet. Her black skirt and sandals were soaked. Her pale orange T-shirt sticked to her skin, revealing her underwear lines.
If we were to get on the train while still wet, her body would freeze in the air conditioner inside the car. So we decided to dry our clothes on the bench at the station for a while.
She was a traveler from Taiwan. And she was an IBM employee, fluent in speaking English. What she told me until her clothes dried on her bench.
It's the story of her deceased father. As she was organizing father's relics, she found an old photo and a letter that was not posted, those were carefully boxed. The letter were written his first love (?), and the sepia black-and-white photograph showed a young woman in a yukata.
The picture she showed me. It may be a festival somewhere shrine. A woman with a hairstyle like Sazae-san in the manga is seen in the crowd in the shrine precincts. From the clothes of people, the photo was probably taken in Japan after the WWII. It seems not been so long after the end of war.
... It must be my father's first love.
She says.
to be Continued tomorrow.