After ironing her pieces of cloth, Yoshino-san cried out, "Ooooh - there"s more."
It seems she had found a different future journal entry in the pile of misprinted papers.
Even though she should have been threading her cotton through the sewing machine, Yoshino-san seemed to have succ.u.mbed to temptation. Oh dear, Shimako-san"s supposed to be explaining how to do this, but Yoshino-san"s making her wait. Yumi, the creator of the distraction, felt somewhat responsible and had her eyes downcast.
"What"s this, "Holding hands?" Ooooh."
Hey, there"s no need to read it out loud.
An irritated Shimako-san silently does Yoshino-san"s job, threading the sewing machine. It seems she"d finally had enough.
"Yumi-san, when does this take place?"
"It"s planned for this Sat.u.r.day."
"Oh? Must be nice, going on a date with your pet.i.t soeur."
"A date?"
Shimako-san looked up. That keyword seemed to have piqued her curiosity.
Yumi flicked the iron"s power switch to "off", and shook her head.
The word "date" had bounced back and forth, but was the event awaiting her this Sat.u.r.day really a date?
"It"s not really a date, we"re just going to visit a shrine, to give thanks."