Ginkgo tree leaves turned yellow and cherry trees turned russet. Kyoko with Saori walked around the hospital yard slowly and sat down a bench under a small arbor. Saori sent e-mails to her friends and relaxed, then went back to her room.
“It’s sunny today,” said Kyoko.
“Well,…mom,..” said Saori, seeing Kyoko’s face and she took Kyoko’s hand. Saori’s forefinger pointed to the number plate on her room.
“Mom, this is the finish of < that affair>,”
Kyoko looked at the number plate to which Saori pointed.
“Sa I Go,” read Saori aloud, “…Well… it is Sa, i, go, isn’t it?”
[※ Saigo (さいご) is how to sound in Japanese. It means the finish, the end. In Japanese, number 3 is sounded as ‘San’. 1 is sounded ‘Ichi’. 5 is sounded ‘Go’. Saori picked up each numbers initial letter and composed ‘Saigo’. ]
“Mom, this is the final stage of < that affair>,” twittered Saori with small voice.
Her face was frozen and it had no expression. She gazed at the number of her door plate <315>.
“And… my blossom of youth is gone。
Ahhh, how easy it was!
It was likely to succeed.
I failed to catch the great chance in my life.
It was gone as if a balloon was broken, Paan,” said Saori.