After the young Master went to bed, the rain and wind grew even more intense. The house was on high ground, so there was no fear of flooding, but the urban development was located on the Musashino Plain with nothing to obstruct the wind, and the roar as it mowed down trees was terrifying.
There was a crash upstairs as what sounded like a branch torn from a tree slammed into the storm shutter over the young Master’s window. Moments later a bucket or plant pot rolled furiously past the front door and smashed into something outside.
The Mistress was so worried about the Master that she couldn’t sleep, and she must have felt terribly nervous alone. She was unwilling to let me withdraw to my own room, and said she wanted me to stay up with her in the living room, so I occupied myself with men
