murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood
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amount of cash. So don't worry. I wasn't about to leave the sanatorium broke." Reiko washed the rice and put it on to boil while I arranged everything for cooking on the veranda. When everything was ready, Reiko took out her guitar and appeared to be testing it with a slow Bach fugue. On the hard parts she would purposely slow down or speed up or make it detached or sentimental, listening with obvious pleasure to the variety of sounds she could draw from the instrument. When she played the guitar, Reiko looked like a 17-year-old girl enjoying the sight of a new dress. Her eyes sparkled, and she pouted with just the hint of a smile. When she had finished the piece, she leaned back against a pillar and looked up at the sky as though deep in thought. "Do you mind if I talk to you?" I asked. "Not at all," she said. "I was just thinking how hungry I am." "Aren't you planning to see your husband or your daughter while you're here? They must be in Tokyo somewhere." "Close enough. Yokohama. But no, I don't plan to see them. I'm sure I told you before: it's better for them if they don't have anything more to do with me. They've started a new life. And I'd just feel terrible if I saw them. No, the best thing is to keep away." She crumpled up her empty box of Seven Stars cigarettes and took a new one from her suitcase. She cut the seal and put a cigarette in her mouth, but she didn't light up. "I'm finished as a human being," she said. "All you're looking at is the lingering memory of what I used to be. The most important part of me, what used to be inside, died years ago, and I'm just functioning by auto-memory." "But I like you now, Reiko, the way you are, lingering memory or whatever. And what I have to say about it may not make any difference, but I'm really glad that you're wearing Naoko's clothes." Reiko smiled and lit her cigarette with a lighter. "For such a young man, you know how to make a woman happy." 342
I felt myself reddening. "I'm just saying what I really think." "Sure, I know," said Reiko, smiling. When the rice was done soon after that, I oiled the pan and arranged the ingredients for sukiyaki. "Tell me this isn't a dream," said Reiko, sniffing the air. "No, this is 100 per cent realistic sukiyaki," I said. "Empirically speaking, of course." Instead of talking, we attacked the sukiyaki with our chopsticks, drank lots of beer, and finished up with rice. Seagull turned up, attracted by the smell, so we shared our meat with her. When we had eaten our fill, we sat leaning against the porch pillars looking at the moon. "Satisfied?" I asked. "Totally," she groaned. "I've never eaten so much in my life." "What do you want to do now?" "Have a smoke and go to a public bath. My hair's a mess. I need to wash it." "No problem. There's one down the street." "Tell me, Watanabe, if you don't mind. Have you slept with that girl Midori?" "You mean have we had sex? Not yet. We decided not to until things get sorted out." "Well, now they're sorted out, wouldn't you say?" I shook my head. "Now that Naoko's dead, you mean?" "No, not that. You made your decision long before Naoko died - that you could never leave Midori. Whether Naoko is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with your decision. You chose Midori. Naoko chose to die. You're all grown up now, so you have to take responsibility for your choices. Otherwise, you ruin everything." "But I can't forget her," I said. "I told Naoko I would go on waiting for her, but I couldn't do it. I turned my back on her in the end. I'm not saying anyone's to blame: it's a problem for me myself. I do think that things would have worked out the same way even if I hadn't turned my back on her. Naoko was choosing death all along. But that's beside 343
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amount of cash. So don't worry. I wasn't about to leave the sanatorium<br />
broke."<br />
Reiko washed the rice and put it on to boil while I arranged everything<br />
for cooking on the veranda. When everything was ready, Reiko took<br />
out her guitar and appeared to be testing it with a slow Bach fugue. On<br />
the hard parts she would purposely slow down or speed up or make it<br />
detached or sentimental, listening with obvious pleasure to the variety<br />
of sounds she could draw from the instrument. When she played the<br />
guitar, Reiko looked like a 17-year-old girl enjoying the sight of a new<br />
dress. Her eyes sparkled, and she pouted with just the hint of a smile.<br />
When she had finished the piece, she leaned back against a pillar and<br />
looked up at the sky as though deep in thought.<br />
"Do you mind if I talk to you?" I asked.<br />
"Not at all," she said. "I was just thinking how hungry I am."<br />
"Aren't you planning to see your husband or your daughter while<br />
you're here? They must be in Tokyo somewhere."<br />
"Close enough. Yokohama. But no, I don't plan to see them. I'm sure I<br />
told you before: it's better for them if they don't have anything more to<br />
do with me. They've started a new life. And I'd just feel terrible if I<br />
saw them. No, the best thing is to keep away."<br />
She crumpled up her empty box of Seven Stars cigarettes and took a<br />
new one from her suitcase. She cut the seal and put a cigarette in her<br />
mouth, but she didn't light up.<br />
"I'm finished as a human being," she said. "All you're looking at is the<br />
lingering memory of what I used to be. The most important part of<br />
me, what used to be inside, died years ago, and I'm just functioning by<br />
auto-memory."<br />
"But I like you now, Reiko, the way you are, lingering memory or<br />
whatever. And what I have to say about it may not make any<br />
difference, but I'm really glad that you're wearing Naoko's clothes."<br />
Reiko smiled and lit her cigarette with a lighter. "For such a young<br />
man, you know how to make a woman happy."<br />
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