[ returning “home” as evening barely begins to settle and when the cold becomes harsher, makima has her goods collected in bags she could carry between her fingers and share with shigeo. within them was the base of their night’s dinner (fish and clam chowder with buttered, baked asparagus as an entry dish), snacks, and the proper materials needed to participate in winter mournings.
just as they walk, side by side, makima frees one of her hands to hold out and curves it insistently beside the boy. she’s offering him her hand to take, tagged with a nurturing, maternal air to cop off the demand in her words (but not entirely lessen them). ]
NOW YOU SEE ME
just as they walk, side by side, makima frees one of her hands to hold out and curves it insistently beside the boy. she’s offering him her hand to take, tagged with a nurturing, maternal air to cop off the demand in her words (but not entirely lessen them). ]
Let me see your hand.