‘I kind of understand, I think… but anyway. If that’s the case, how about just adding a little touch, a fringe or something? I mean, really, you look like, um…’ Mistress Tokiko couldn’t suppress a giggle.
‘Like what? Come on, out with it,’ Miss Mutsuko said, frowning.
‘Like Miss Hill.’
‘Who?’
‘Miss Hill. From P.E.’
‘What? No way! I look like her?’
The two of them abruptly burst out laughing as if possessed, doubled over clutching their stomachs and tears streaming down their faces. ‘Miss Hill!’ they screamed, thumping the table.
I had no idea who they were talking about, but I suppose it must have been the physical education teacher from when they were at school together.
After they had recovered themselves, the Mistress suggested another cup of coffee. Miss Mutsuko opened up the p
