murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

Midori smiled and touched my wrist. "A little before that, I decided I
was going to believe in you. A hundred per cent. That's how I
managed to sleep like that with total peace of mind. I knew I'd be all
right, I'd be safe with you there. And I did sleep like a log, didn't I?"
"You sure did."
"On the other hand, if you were to say to me, "Hey, Midori, let's do it.
Then everything'll be great,' I'd probably do it with you. Now, don't
think I'm trying to seduce you or tease you. I'm just telling you what's
on my mind, with total honesty."
"I know, I know."
While we ate lunch, we showed each other our enrolment cards and
found that we had enrolled for two of the same courses. So I'd be
seeing her twice a week at least. With that out of the way, Midori told
me about her living arrangements. For a while, neither she nor her
sister could get used to living in a flat - because it was too easy, she
said. They had always been used to running around like mad every
day, taking care of sick people, helping out at the bookshop, and one
thing or another.
"We're finally getting used to it, though," she said. "This is the way we
should have been living all along - not having to worry about anyone
else's needs, just stretching out any way we felt like it. It made us both
nervous at first, as if our bodies were floating a few inches off the
ground. It didn't seem real, like real life couldn't actually be like that.
We were both tense, as though everything was about to be tipped
upside down any minute."
"A couple of worriers," I said with a smile.
"Well, it's just that life has been so cruel to us until now,"
Midori said. "But that's OK. We're going to get back every thing it
owes us."
"I bet you are," I said, "knowing you. But tell me, what's your sister
doing these days?"
"A friend of hers opened this swanky accessory shop a little while
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