murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"Tell me, Watanabe, what did you think of my father?"
"I'm not good with people I've just met, but it didn't bother me being
alone with him. I felt pretty comfortable.
We talked about all kinds of stuff."
-What kind of stuff?"
-Euripides," I said.
Midori laughed out loud. "You're so weird! Nobody talks about
Euripides with a dying person they've just met!"
,,Well, nobody sits in front of her father's memorial portrait with her
legs spread, either!"
Midori chuckled and gave the altar bell a ring. "Night-night, Daddy.
We're going to have some fun now, so don't worry and get some sleep.
You're not suffering any more, right? You're dead, OK? I'm sure
you're not suffering. If you are, you'd better complain to the gods. Tell
'em it's just too cruel. I hope you meet Mum and the two of you really
do it. I saw your willy when I helped you pee. It was pretty
impressive! So give it everything you've got. Goodnight."
We took turns in the bath and changed into pyjamas. I borrowed a
nearly new pair of her father's. They were a little small but better than
nothing. Midori spread out a mattress for me on the floor of the altar
room.
"You're not scared sleeping in front of the altar?" she asked.
"Not at all. I haven't done anything bad," I said with a smile.
"But you're going to stay with me and hold me until I fall asleep,
right?"
"Right," I said.
Practically falling over the edge of Midori's little bed, I held her in my
arms. Nose against my chest, she placed her hands on my hips. My
right arm curled around her back while I tried to keep from falling out
by hanging on to the bed frame with my left hand. It was not exactly a
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