This summer, when cicadas never stopped singing, I used my vacation to return to my hometown. I put my hands on the altar and exchanged light words with his father and headed to the park where I met up with his best friend Takashi. He was twilight looking at the lake when he was suddenly poked on the shoulder. Looking back, Nao, who had always been her favorite during her school days, was standing there. She is Takashi's wife now. And she is invited by the two to have dinner at their home. Witho...