For me, Eriko's death was still a distant event. I couldn't deal with it head-on. Faced with a tempest of shock, I could only approach the dark fact of her death little by little. And Yuichi—Yuichi was like a willow beaten down by the driving rain.
So even though it was now just the two of us, we avoided talking about Eriko's death, and that omission loomed larger and larger in time and space. But for the time being, "just the two of us" was a warm, safe place where the future was on hold. And yet there was—how should I put this?—a huge, terrifying premonition that those unpaid bills would inexorably come due. The enormity of it only heightened our feeling of being orphans alone in the dark.
kitchen; banana yoshimoto
So even though it was now just the two of us, we avoided talking about Eriko's death, and that omission loomed larger and larger in time and space. But for the time being, "just the two of us" was a warm, safe place where the future was on hold. And yet there was—how should I put this?—a huge, terrifying premonition that those unpaid bills would inexorably come due. The enormity of it only heightened our feeling of being orphans alone in the dark.