Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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Chapter 4: Let's Compare Answers<br />
Here, my buffoonery really picked up the pace.<br />
I told Miyagi “Just making a call, I’ll be right back,” and purposefully<br />
went outside the apartment. My intent was to keep her from<br />
listening in to my calls, but sure enough, Miyagi was hobbling right<br />
behind.<br />
It had too long since I’d called someone myself rather than being<br />
called. I stared at the name “Wakana” on the phone’s screen for a<br />
long time.<br />
Summer insects made high-pitched noises from the thicket behind<br />
the apartment.<br />
I was extremely nervous on the phone. Actually, it had always been<br />
that way since I was a child; I also never invited anyone over, nor<br />
started a conversation with someone out <strong>of</strong> the blue.<br />
True, I missed a lot <strong>of</strong> opportunities thanks to that, but it also<br />
allowed me to avoid an equal amount <strong>of</strong> worry. I’m not particularly<br />
regretful nor content with it.<br />
I stopped my train <strong>of</strong> thought and used those few thoughtless<br />
seconds to press the call button. I just had to make the call. The<br />
actual conversation would be what it would.<br />
The dialtone added to my nerves. Once, twice, three times. At this<br />
point, I finally recalled the possibility that she might not answer. I<br />
hadn’t done this in so long, I’d come to think that people would<br />
always answer a call.<br />
Four, five, six. It didn’t feel like she was going to “answer any<br />
moment now.” Part <strong>of</strong> me was relieved.