(3)

Yumi arrived at the ticket gate of M Station five minutes before the meeting time.
No young lady in Sachiko-sama's age could be found there, but after two mintues of waiting, a lady approached from a corner of the North Exit.
The lady had a cream white summer sweater inside her matching cardigan, and slim jeans that flow along her long legs. Walking in brisk steps, the lady found Yumi and waved her hands lightly.

It was so different from her usual image that Yumi did not pay attention in the first place. However.
"Yumi."
The calling voice was the same. The gradually approaching face was the same.
"O-ooooooooh?"
Without a doubt, it was Ogasawara Sachiko.

"Doh-doh-doh..."
Like always, the confused Yumi started to drill holes on the street under construction. Hey, in Yumi's expanding imagination, when the daughter of the Ogasawara family pays a visit to the summerhouse, she would definitely be wearing a one-piece or a flaring skirt. Yumi chose the one-piece in order to suit her Onee-sama. So why the jeans? Onee-sama's appearance now was actually closer to Yumi's usual style.
So the "doh" in Yumi's string of "Doh-doh-doh..." is for "doushite? (Why?)"

"Good morning."
Sachiko-sama put her hand around Yumi's chest as usual, but realized that Yumi was not wearing a tie. There was not even a lapel to Yumi's pristine collar, so instead Sachiko touched Yumi's collar and smiled.

"Good morning."
The greeting was not the usual "Good day." It might be because they were not at school. It might be because the time was actually early morning. However, such a small inconsistancy was not at all irritating.

"What a cute one-piece. It suits you well."
It might just be a common compliment, but being complimented by Onee-sama was itself gratifying. Yumi barely tied down her blown-away heart, and smiled back.

"Onee-sama, those jeans suits you very well too."
The jeans, though causal-looking, are one of those expensive kinds. They looked very similar to those appeared in a vintage fashion show Yumi had watched on television before. Those jeans on television was eye-popping expensive; so expensive that one could buy a huge fridge with the money.

"Yes. From time to time, I wear at home the jeans you have chosen for me on our Valentine date. My grandpa saw them, and bought this pair for me."
Jeans that the president of the Ogasawara Group had requested himself -- then no doubt the jeans were the real thing.
Without any sense of pity, Sachiko-sama cut the jeans to her size and wore them. Yumi could gradually feel distortion to her sense of money.

"So, let's go."
Yumi was still digesting her Onee-sama's words when Sachiko-sama turned back and retraced her steps.
"Oh?"
Yumi cocked her head.