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No one reviewed... Well, that's life. x)) Your story won't be like that often. Haha. :| But still, I want to update. Guess what? After this, I'll be typing The Promise Chapter 3. That's actually short, because I want your imagination to swirl and your hopes to rise of what's going to happen.
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I imagine that Aunt Kahoko must have been a lovely young woman, for even in old age she was beautiful. Her faculties remained unimpaired with the exception of her mind, which had somehow suffered a slight and fanciful distortion of harmless sort. It was an abrupt change from normalcy; I think it started that incident that resulted in her humorous storied which, as the years went by, became more and more fantastic.
Everyday, you know, she would go down and pull up the weeds in the yard. She would stay there under the sun for a long time. This was the only thing she could do now that she was really too feeble to swing the axe, although it took us quite a while to dissuade her from chopping wood. We little boys in the family were all grown up and husky, and we could do this work ourselves. But she laughed at what she called our puniness and incapacity. She would show us how it should be done.
One morning, while she was weeding the yard, she suddenly ran up into the house, breathless with excitement. "What has happened now?" we asked her. She would not tell us at first. She was dancing around and around like a little girl. Oh, but she was like one who had just seen a dream walking or something-only, it turned out that it was not a dream at all-to her. She took a bath and put on a clean dress and fixed herself up good and pretty. Mexicana oil for her white hair, powder for her face, and a little touch of perfume at her throat. And when at last she turned to face us, her golden eyes, -great God!-were shining!
"He passed by and winked at me!" she said mysteriously.
Of course, we thought she was joking as usual. We did not know it was the beginning of a series of delightful lunacies which were to enliven the household all through the remaining years of her life with us.
""Who passed by and winked at you now?" we asked.
"Who else?" she answered.
Then we remembered and laughed aloud, but now she glared at us and said, as solemnly as you please. "Listen here all of you, it is not a matter of laughter this time. It is serious."
It was then we saw that her second childhood had caught with her at last. "I am sure he will return," she said. "He promised me he will, you know. I told him not to wait for me, because I'll be there. But he will come and fetch me. Because I'm always late. But he's back! As always!"
We pretended to bear with her and suffered to her to indulge her fancies, but Aunt Nami, her 'sister' faced her and tried to reason with her.
"Sister," she said. "this is foolish. You are over seventy now and the man has been dead all these years. What you saw was merely in your mind. You are a foolish old woman."
"I am not!" said Aunt Kaho. "I know what I am saying! I saw him pass by! He was wearing the same t-shirt he used to wear last year."
"Last year?" Aunt Nami said.
"Yes, last year. Remember? He brought me the wedding ring, although I told him I love him and did not intend to marry him at all."
"Don't be crazy!" said Aunt Kahoko. "People might hear you. What you say happened thousands of years ago!"
"He passed by," the older one insisted, "and I know he will return with another gift. I don't care. I will not talk to him. I don't love him that much!"
"From the way you act," said her 'sister', "it looks as if you do love him."
Aunt Kahoko laughed coquettishly. "Maybe if he will return now with a good fight I shall reconsider my words!"
Of course the man did not return, for he was merely the old woman's dream in the beautiful twilight of her years. And when we told her about it the next morning, she had completely forgotten although she said with a smile she would not be surprised if he did turn up, for he was the most persistent suitor indeed. That morning, Aunt Kahoko went down to see my sister who sold cloth in the market, which was behind our house. The old woman wanted a few yards of a red cloth.
"What for?" my sister asked.
""You know," she said, and she whispered something confidential which made my sister blush violently.
"No!" she laughed. "That is not true, old woman. You are only imagining it!"
But Aunt Kaho insisted that it was so, and that she not want to be caught unprepared. "I'm not crazy," she said.
Nothing came of this, of course, except than when our sister told us about it that evening on her return from the market, we had the best and the longest laugh of our lives. The old woman, who was now a little hard of hearing, sat in a corner of the room, staring at us suspiciously, but when we asked her if what she had said was true, she said she did not know what we're talking about.
Thanks for reading. That was quite short. Haha. Sorry. I love you. :)
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