murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"How about letting me borrow your young Mr Watanabe here?"
"Fine," said Naoko.
"Good. Let's just the two of us go for another nighttime stroll," said
Reiko, taking my hand. "We Yesterday. Let's go all the way tonight."
"Fine," said Naoko, tittering. "Do what you like."
were almost there.
The night air was cool. Reiko wore a pale blue cardigan over her shirt
and walked with her hands shoved in her jeans pockets. Looking up at
the sky, she sniffed the breeze like a dog. "Smells like rain," she said.
I tried sniffing too, but couldn't smell anything. True, there were lots
of clouds in the sky obscuring the moon.
"If you stay here long enough, you can pretty much tell the weather by
the smell of the air," said Reiko.
We entered the wooded area where the staff houses stood. Reiko told
me to wait a minute, walked over to the front door of one house and
rang the bell. A woman came to the door - no doubt the lady of the
house - and stood there chatting and chuckling with Reiko. Then she
ducked inside and came back with a large plastic bag. Reiko thanked
her and said goodnight before returning to the spot where I was
waiting.
"Look," she said, opening the bag.
It held a huge cluster of grapes.
"Do you like grapes?"
"Love them."
She handed me the top bunch. "It's OK to eat them. They're washed."
We walked along eating grapes and spitting the skins and seeds on the
ground. They were fresh and delicious.
"I give their son piano lessons once in a while, and they offer me
different stuff. The wine we had was from them. I sometimes ask them
to do a little shopping for me in town."
"I'd like to hear the rest of the story you were telling me yesterday," I
said.
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