Three Days of Happiness

200
before I go home. ...Mr. Kusunoki, Ms. Miyagi, would you drink it
with me?”
We went into the neighboring room and found three of his friends
already drinking. One man, two women.
The drunks had already heard about me from Shinbashi, and they
asked one question after another about Miyagi. I answered each
and every one.
“So li’l Miyagi’s right here?”, asked Suzumi, a tall girl with heavy
makeup who was drunkenly touching Miyagi’s arm. “Now that you
say it, I feel like she is.”
She couldn’t sense anything through touch, but maybe Miyagi’s
presence wasn’t completely gone. Miyagi softly held Suzumi’s hand.
A quick-thinking man named Asakura had a few questions for me
about Miyagi, trying to catch me on an inconsistency.
But he found it interesting how everything matched up, and started
doing things like putting the cushion he was using where Miyagi
was, and giving her a glass of alcohol.
“I like that kind of girl,” Asakura said. “It’s probably a good thing I
can’t see Ms. Miyagi, or else I’d soon fall for her.”
“Doesn’t matter either way. Miyagi likes me.”
“Don’t go saying things like that,” Miyagi said, hitting me with a
cushion.
Riko, a short girl with a neat face who was the most drunk, looked
up at me while lying on the floor.
“Misser Kusunoki, Misser Kusunoki, show us how much you like Ms.