As I was standing on my balcony this morning, taking in my swimming towel from the line, I saw the old guy from across the street emerge from his house in his suit and overcoat and stand in the middle of the road, hands on hips, waiting.
Shortly after, his aproned wife appeared, her back hunched, a dishcloth in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
As he stood there watching, she wiped the saddle of his push-bike, unlocked it, took off the stand, turned it around and rolled it out to him, gave him the umbrella and then went back, presumably, to the kitchen.
Posted by Setsunai at February 3, 2004 6:09 PM | TrackBack