sawamura rayko, who is always the spirit behind you.

Reiko, the widow of a village that lost her beloved husband Akira in a sudden accident last summer, was engaged in housework healthyly every day as if she had been lone for the first time. One day, Abe, the village mayor who came to see the situation after thinking about the life of the house, said, "It's hot today, chief ..." she smiled, and sang out of her mind. A widow hanging laundry under the illuminating summer sunshine without changing his face. Behind it, and right behind it, the mitama of Achilla, who had not even been able to become a Buddha, was clamoring at her very best, panting and holding on to Reiko's butt. "...what happened?" Mayor Reiko, who leans her head like a monster, says this strange fact. I couldn't decide at once whether to tell her or not.