CAULIFLOWER

Chapter 4

At seven on the dot, father Nagashi came with his daughters - Aoko and Yumi. Immediately they switched on the television that was in their parents' room. An animation program for children was just starting. Two red-cheeked girls - seven-year-old, spindly Aoko, who was called in the family because of her impressive upper front teeth and her passion for bathing nutria, and five-year-old Yumi - sat down in front of the television without taking off their jackets. They needed absolute and unrestricted concentration to follow the adventures of a certain likeable teddy bear.

“He's falling into the hole!” Nutria chewed her fingernails excitedly, trembled with nervousness and opened her gray eyes wide.

“No, he doesn't.” Yumi was the calm itself. Her black eyes, the red, round cheeks with nice dimples and the third dimple in the round chin - all of it radiated health, calm and perfect optimism."Look, look, see torment him!" shouted Nutria, convulsively squeezing her sister's hand.

"What are you worried about, look, he doesn't care."

"But..."

“You're worried and he can always do it.” Yumi soothed, sitting quietly on the carpet like a little pink Buddha.

Nutria was nervous, cried for strange reasons and the swing of her mood was known to both close and distant families, because hiding feelings was a procedure that was completely alien to this honest mind. The Pyknic Yumi was the incarnation of calm. If it were up to her, the teddy bear from the cartoon could even be quartered and pickled in vinegar - she would probably take it with a slight sadness and immediately devote herself to the happier things in life.

Fortunately, Teddy made it tonight and the episode was over. Yumi and Aoko turned off the TV and went into the anteroom. They took off their jackets, scarves, and hats and went to wash their hands, whatever happened on Nutria's initiative.It was high time because the kettle was already whistling. Father took it off the stove and went on chatting with Mama, who was preparing dinner. He looked at her small and worn hands, whose every movement was precise and unerring. Mama cut huge quantities of bread slices, spread butter on them, put a slice of ham and sprinkled chives over them. As she did so, she looked tenderly at her husband, who was leaning against the wall next to the stove and telling her about his work. Father Nagashi was a slightly graying brunette with warm brown eyes and a slight smile. His innate melancholy, which has expanded over the years, was surrounded by a touch of dreaminess that enabled him to isolate himself from the ocean of femininity that flooded this house. Papa Nagashi preferred to remain reasonably silent and when he was already talking it was more to himself, not paying attention to whether someone was listening to him or not. With the calm of a real philosopher he stuck in the most violent quarrels, maybe he just avoided the whirlwind.But when the life of one of the daughters wasn't pulsing nearby, papa became more talkative. Now was one of those moments - the little ones were in the bathroom and the big ones in their room, where Nanako was offended and Megumi searched her closet to find out immediately that she really has nothing to wear, unless she goes the Furinkan in her school uniform High to the party.

* And that's how I do it too * she thought. * What difference does it make to what I'll be wearing when I eat the tidbits. *

There has always been little tidbit in this house. With the very modest budget and at the same time with the tick of buying books that every family member who knew the alphabet really had, the situation had to look drastic. Mama reached the heights of her ingenuity to make food rich in vitamins, high calories, and nutrients from fairly simple food, but sometimes she had moments of resistance.Then she tried to show the father how pointless it is to buy the children's versions of Plato's works when you have the original and the Japanese translation at home. She suggested that instead of ill-considered purchases, it would be better to buy some chocolate for the children. Father replied that chocolate is naturally only suitable for quick digestion, but the children's version of Plato's works will stand in the cupboard and wait until the children are big enough to read it. Mama fell silent because she agreed with father. The result was that the Nagashi daughters were intelligent girls who casually tossed about quotes and sentences and were amazingly learned for their age. For perfect social decency, they lacked self-control when they saw something edible, especially when it came to food containing chocolate. There were outrageous scenes.

Tonight's dinner was also cleaned up in a flash. Nobody complained at the meal, because it could happen that one of the nurses would take care of the portion of the one who complained.Nobody spoke even while eating, because that would only waste precious time that was allotted for eating. The conversation started as soon as the last piece of bread disappeared from the plate, and today Mama was the first to announce that she was about to find a lightning-fast New Year's Eve creation for Megumi.

Mama's concept was to use a beautiful window curtain made of yellow cotton for the New Year's Eve destinations. The curtain still came from Papa's apartment in Germany, but since it was in a box, it was relatively clean and didn't need to be washed.

Megumi was amused and a little irritated. At first she protested that she was definitely not going to make a monkey and that she would commit plagiarism a la Scarlet O'Hara, but when she saw the yellow cotton she was silent and let the material be placed on her shoulders.

Mama purred, she was so pleased.

"Look, here you have to sew it together, just fold it on one side and on the shoulders and secure it with something wooden.""Clothespins." Father mumbled from his psychic cocoon and giggled.

"Damn it, I'm making a fool of myself." Megumi cursed.

"But nothing like that. Stand still. Besides, romantic butterflies don't say 'damn it'. Megumi, dear child, we have to try to awaken femininity and charm in you. Here we are sewing it together now."

"But sew it up tightly so it doesn't fall off." Advised nutria in a deep voice. "Otherwise everyone will see that Megumi's blouse is dirty."

Nutria had a lot of stings, with the hygienic pushing itself to the fore and only being overtaken by the obsession with sex. In her earliest childhood, nutria told herself two things: first, that dirt makes holes in her skin, and second, that she is a boy. At seven years and five months old, she might have disagreed with it, but nothing suggested it. To this day she only spoke of herself in the masculine and always in a deep voice, and showed a fascination with cars and football.Also, she could bathe five times a day and she never had enough of them.

“I didn't say it.” She remarked now in a bass voice. "I told you to put on a clean blouse."

“But this one isn't dirty at all.” Yumi yelled. "Megumi looks wonderful."

Nanako opened his mouth unexpectedly.

"I've always been wearing clean clothes since I've known Kenta," she said dreamily, putting her parents in complete confusion.

Megumi proudly announced that firstly, her blouse is not dirty, but rather worn and secondly, there was no clean one, because Kenta's goddess has claimed everyone for herself.

Mama looked at the ceiling and gave a warning about an elegant woman's blouses.

Megumi underlined that she doesn't want to be one of those, but she promised to think about the blouses.

Father said that nihil semper suo statu manet * and quietly lit a cigarette.

As for Yumi, she was so excited about Megumi that she poured an entire mug of tea on father's knee.And the doorbell rang.

* Nothing lasts forever in the same state

Author's note:

Sooo ... That would be 4 Kapi. * smile * Since someone didn't give me a rest, I uploaded it immediately. * rubs the side * You didn't have to poke sooo hard, medeia !!!!!

But the number of pickings in the last chapter is simply outrageous! Sorry, but I'm spoiled after "Opium". * gg *

Biiiitteeee, try harder (I'm talking about you while reading that probably only medeia -. - * drop *) a little more !!!!!

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